High kicks are fun!
Now in my 30s, I find that drunken mood rarely comes along on its own, which makes me sad. Although I can't do high kicks anymore, I miss the exuberance of loving life so much you feel compelled to fling your legs in the air. The combination of working full-time and parenting small children has ground the joy right out of me. I'm hoping the feeling is temporary.
In the meantime, an alcohol-injected night out each year brings back the happy times. Last October, three weeks after I lost my second twin, J. and I went to a retro video dance party. It was the first time in two years that I wasn't pregnant or nursing, and I got really, really drunk for the second time in my life. One of my favourite songs came on, one that always makes me laugh and feel sexy, extra pounds be damned. I danced with complete abandon like I hadn't in 10 years, shaking all that misery and stress off, my spirit flying high and free. And I slowly started to heal.