Are We Human Or Are We Dancer?

Last week I flew from Auckland, New Zealand, to Manchester, UK. It involved a looooong trip, first landing in Melbourne, Australia (a 3 1/2 hour flight), then being wedged into a row of four for the 14 hour trip to Dubai. I was feeling rather 'inhuman' by the end of that trip for sure. I was a cramped, my eyeballs were on stalks, and I was certainly not looking my chirpy best.

Now I have a not so secret Parking Assistant and I get a carpark anywhere I want to. I may have to circle a couple of times, but my 'fairy' will always produce something for me. After the Dubai leg of the trip, I figured that my Parking Fairy must have a friend to help out on the planes (like a Plane Fairy), so I sent a mental note to get her onto my team. Then I got to the boarding gates for the Manchester leg of the trip......

'Are we Human or Are we Dancer?'

The Killers put out a great song back in 2008. It is a great dance track and the words from Brandon Flowers a quite a mystery. This one line has stuck with me for a while and I was interested in what others thought about it. My brother says that those lyrics are simply rubbish (well bollocks was his real word), and literally it may be so. Interestingly his friend concurred.

But what does Dancer mean to you? Here is my short take on that.

First, to me, Human means a person in existence. Going about life in the way they know how, surviving, maybe not thriving. Just plodding along.

Dancer (to me) means the ability to be free and have fun. To raise your face to the warm sunshine and be alive. To move however you wish to move and be how you wish to be. To drink in the fine experiences of life and know that there are bumps in the road, but there is so much to be grateful for - little things that are easily missed. To be creatively expressive and to feel free within that creation be it for art, music or business.

The lovely lady at the boarding gate scanned my boarding pass and it pinged three times. My heart dropped at I immediately thought I was to be bumped off for some reason (did I say I was not looking too flash at that point?).

'We have upgraded you to business class'

OMG I turned into Dancer! I skipped all the way through the security checks, high fiving anybody who cared. I pirouetted all the way along the skybridge and once on the plane was invited to ascend that set of stairs complete with freshly polished handrails and little LED lights, up to the lofty heights of absolute comfort where I was to enjoy the utterly pleasurable service, delicacies and treats provided by the happy cabin crew of my business class seat for 8 whole hours! I swear the air smelt sweeter and the smiles on the staff were wider. Of course, being in Dancer mode, I was not entirely behaving like somebody in Business Class (whatever that is), but I was so happy. I was so comfortable - especially with the extra mattress they put on my seat for extra heavenly comfort when I chose to fully stretch out.

I was a bit too Dancer though. Couldn't sleep a wink.