Today I am grateful for dancing. I am grateful for my husband’s sometimes two left feet yet his ability to get me on the dance floor. This was one of the things I fell in love with in our early days. I am grateful for the late night dance parties where fist pumping is a must and for slow dancing in my kitchen. I am grateful that my mother always took the time to dance with me, even if that meant in the middle of the grocery store. And I am grateful for all the times my dad and I have shared a dance. Dancing really does make me happy. And I believe it can make you happy too. So no matter how horrible of a day you may think you have had – and trust me I know some of them can be bad – kick off your shoes and cut a rug. It will make you feel better. I promise.