I discovered something new about myself this weekend.
Something I would’ve never imagined.
Something that has caused me to look at myself a little differently.
What is that, you ask?
Well, I found out I love, love, love dance/hip-hop music. I guess that is what you call it. I have no clue what it’s categorized as. I don’t really care. I just love it.
I love the beat of the songs – not that crazy about the suggestive lyrics (some of them had me going “WHAT did they just say?!”) but I’m loving that rhythmic beat.
Especially driving down the road as fast as I dare with the radio turned up as loud as I can stand.
The Middle-Aged-Mommy-Me is shocked.
The Other-Me is thrilled.