I was once asked to explain why I Swing Dance in 25 words or less. My answer: for the feels. Yeah, Swing Dancing feels good. It releases endorphins, and endorphins make you happy. Happy people don’t shoot their husbands. They just don’t. (Bonus points if you get the reference). Yeah, Swing Dancing feels good. The way you can connect with another person feels good. We all need a little physical contact from time to time, and dance is like a slightly less invasive hug (although I like hugs, so I wouldn’t object to receiving one). Yeah, Swing Dancing feels good. The magic of hitting breaks and sharing amazing moments with friends or strangers. I used to use dance as incentive for getting assignments done. Write 2000 words and go to the social. Finish the responses to sections 2 and 3 and go dance to that live band. I have yet to find a way to apply this to my life post-university, but surely I will. I use it to celebrate things. Just handed in my last assignment? Dance! Birthday? Dance! But dance serves a third purpose; dance can console me. I noticed that whenever I’m tired, hungry, or sore, I always forget once I’m on the dance floor. So if I’m not feeling great, dance makes it better. It can fill a gaping hole in my heart with a joyful rhythm, and make me forget, even just for a little while. I guess dance really is my drug of choice. Why do I dance? For the feels.