I can't dance. Not even a little bit. But the terrible moves my friends mock are an antidote to the racing heart and quivering breath that arrive in my more anxious moments The first time I started dancing at home was a happy accident. I'd just had a terse conversation with an ex, and my body was reacting in its usual way: racing heart, quivering breath and trembling fingers. I needed to calm down. Looking around for…
SOURCE: The Guardian at 02:36PM on November 27, 2025