On a cosy Sunday

relaxed wool socks
Photo: ©Mia Salminen 2017

♫Sunday Monday happy days
Tuesday Wednesday happy days
Thursday Friday happy days
Saturday what a day
Rockin’ all week for you♫ – Happy Days, TV tune.

Sundays should be a cosy day, as it used to be. But now the stores are open every day of the week. For me, Sundays are cosy. If they weren’t, weekdays would be stressful. Being cosy doesn’t mean staying inside all day. If the day is sunny, you can be cosy outside. Sundays, my parents and I went for walks in the countryside. After my mum passed away, I still went out with Dad, but the walks weren’t as long as before. He played golf, so sometimes we went to the golf course to hit balls on the driving range. But that stopped a couple of years ago when things happened, and he couldn’t do it anymore.

I still drive to nature or take bike rides whenever possible. That’s my kind of cosy. But I also watch TV or on the computer. It happens every day of the week, not only on Sundays. Watching sports on TV is relaxing and being cosy, even if sports can be irritating from time to time.

I watch the Finnish version of Dancing with the Stars on Sundays, but the season will end soon. Even if I don’t dance, seeing other people doing it is cosy. My late mother used to watch it, so I also started watching it. The final will be next Sunday, but I will watch it at a hotel. I’m driving to Helsinki that day because I’m attending an event on Monday. Life can’t always be cosy, and driving long distances is not. But by car, you move at your own pace. That’s cosy in its own right.

Dancer in the dark

dancer in the dark
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My late mother loved to dance, and her aunt was a professional dancer. My late father met my mother at a dance. But me, no, I’m the one who only dances in the dark and alone. I like watching other people dance, though. I watched the Finnish version of Dancing with the Stars, which my mother also watched. I feel my feet don’t cooperate with my brain. I hated discos in school. Dancing was too embarrassing. Other people watching me feel awkward. Maybe they wouldn’t care how I dance, but I don’t want to do it in public.

We had ballroom dancing in one class in school, but even then, I didn’t dance. It isn’t my thing. It’s good exercise, but I don’t care. It isn’t my kind of fun. I once applied to dance education, but luckily, it got cancelled. I don’t know why I applied. It was one of the first education I did after compulsory school, so I had to apply for something. I couldn’t imagine being a dancer. I’m too clumsy for that. I admire people who are great dancers. People who can dance like Michael Jackson are amazing. Especially young kids. For me, it’s easier to dance in my head than for real.

I will remain the dancer in the dark, and there I should stay. I leave the dance to those who like it and can do it right. I will remain to be the viewer.

I should be dancing

couple dancing
Lyric from ‘Dancephobia’ by Duran Duran

I can honestly say, I don’t like dancing. I like watching people dance but I don’t do it myself. I dance alone when no one sees it but that’s as far as dancing goes. I get embarrassed easily. I hated discos in school. We had those a couple of times. I dreaded the time when we had them. I couldn’t get away from it either. When someone asked me to dance, I declined. I’m sorry but I do anything so I don’t have to take part in dancing. It’s not that I can’t dance, it’s more about other people being there. When it comes to the traditional dancing, the only dance I know is the waltz. In my head, everything seems to work but when I try to dance, the reality is totally different. I can’t even try any moves Michael Jackson did. I’m amazed how people learn to dance like him.

If I got married, which will never happen, I wouldn’t dance. I’ve never been to one either but if I did, I would just watch other people dancing. Dancing isn’t my type of fun. My mother was totally different. She loved it. She danced since she was a teenager and she continued until she couldn’t anymore. She met my father at a dance. That’s how people met at the time. Maybe some still do. Dancing is a good way of staying in shape. These days when young people go out dancing, the places have too much noise. You can’t talk there without shouting and I hate that. I can’t understand how people can have a discussion in a club. If I want to meet people, I go to a place where there isn’t much noise. I like talking to people where I don’t have to repeat myself because they can’t hear.

If we danced through life, we would miss the most important things. Dancing in a sense of a metaphor. We need to stop for a while when things get hectic. Life is like dancing. There are steps you have to learn and practice to get better at it. If you lose the rhythm, you have to start again. Everyone fails from time to time but you shouldn’t stop dancing. We fall to get up again. Life is too precious to worry about things we can’t control. There are bad and good things in the world. Everything isn’t a fast dance move, you also need slow ones. I’ll never dance to someone else’s tune. Meaning, I should be dancing but on my own terms. That goes for everyone. Do what you want with your life because it’s yours and no one should tell you how to live it.

Tallenna

Tallenna