Today a part of me, I almost didn't remember, got weepy, as a song played, and my body physically remembered that I had been a dancer. I had been a ballet dancer for 12 years, and at one point in my younger life, a strong dancer. Though I was always a bit short and thick with large breasts, I never fit the ballet dancer mold, I had loved ballet with my whole body.
My adult mind had forgotten, I had ever been a dancer at all, though my pinky toes still bear the scars of years of bleeding in toe-shoes, my adult mind had forgotten that I even knew how to DANCE.
Now, the near perfect stranger and I are reunited in spirit. My body and heart rest as one.
Remember what you love.
Go, do that.