It was late. And my feet? They were ready to wave a white flag of surrender. I reminded myself to smile. Because I was doing everything I wanted to be doing with my life. The DJ opened the dancefloor, but guests mingled along the periphery finishing dinner.

Smile.

Out a nowhere, a woman approached the dancefloor by herself. She swirled and swayed to the beat, touching every corner with her toes. Smiling, she danced to the beat in such a way I couldn't help but laugh. I was astonished. JD made his way to me, grinning. I love this lady, I shouted into his ear. He rolled his eyes. JD said I liked her so much because we danced the same.

Finding our own beats, uncaring of judgmental eyes, arms flailing. He was right.

At the end of a long day, I found myself smiling bigger than I had all day. This lady–with her swinging arms and wiggling toes–reminded me to dance like I wouldn't be tagged on Facebook.