Despite a number of setbacks lately regarding my mood, I’m feeling great today…and had a pretty good yesterday too. I keep having to relearn that getting exercise and living healthier has a major impact on my disorder. It never goes away, I feel it at all times, but it doesn’t have its grasp on me as much as when I’m just sitting around, such as watching tv.
When we lived in L.A. Maurice and I would go dancing at a place in the Valley. Every Saturday was disco night. Now we live too far from there and we haven’t found a good dance club here in the South Bay or in Long Beach. Maybe there isn’t one.
There was an evening that we were out dancing and I felt like I hadn’t felt before in a long, long time. I felt free. The song “Born to Be Alive” came on and we danced our asses off. There was one particular moment during the song that I felt a charge run through my body. I’ll never forget how it felt at that moment. It all seemed so clear. I wasn’t just here to exist. I was much more than that. I was born to live and enjoy life to the fullest. I was born to be alive. I had tears well up in my eyes.
I don’t remember this all the time. I doubt anyone does. But, it was an amazing feeling and whenever I start to go to the low end of the spectrum I try to remember that feeling.
So, here for your listening pleasure is Patrick Hernandez in one of the worst videos of all time. It’s a good thing that it’s such a good song.