Learning to fly (high).

I've started taking dance classes this week. So far, I've been to two jazz classes and a Bollywood class. I used to dance ballet, tap and jazz as a kid and the desire to be inside a studio with my leg stretched on a wooden bar has haunted me for ages (perhaps explaining strange addiction to You Think You Can Dance?).

Midnight pub crawls with sticky dance floors just weren't cutting it anymore. I wanted pirouettes. I wanted to be Coco from Fame.

It feels so good to do something you've been meaning and jonesing to do. Whatever it is you've been thinking about doing, go for it. Pick-up the pen, lace up your kicks, stretch your vocal chords, practice coding - do it do it do it.