Always a reason to dance.
Looking back at where I was a few years ago, itâs hard to believe Iâm the same person. âBack then, life was heavy. I was drinking a lot, drowning in debt, and several months behind on rent. When Christmas rolled around, I didn't have a penny for dinner, let alone presents. âBut Iâll never forget what my flatmate and I did. We refused to let the day pass without joy. We went to the cupboard and wrapped up the basics in old newspapers and magazines, bottles of washing up liquid, rubber gloves, anything we had and put them under our makeshift tree. Since we couldn't afford a turkey dinner, we made Christmas breakfast our "big meal." We turned the radio up to full blast and danced around the flat like we didn't have a care in the world. âIn that moment, we had nothing, but we had everything. âToday, things look a lot different. The "New Me" is in a much better place, but I keep that memory close. it reminds me that even when youâre at your lowest, you can still find a reason to feel joyful and dance. â¨