Mustache Mornings.

There is just nothing quite like a Mustache Morning.
Let me explain.

Mornings that require a certain inconspicuousness to them.  The morning that required me to not readily notice.  Notice what?  You tell me.
A Mustache Morning requires a certain finesse.  I needed to be inconspicuous so I threw on my Mustache. You could also say, "Today was a Mustache Morning.  I threw on my Mustache as I walked out the door and went to work."

Wonderful.
It was just a Mustache Morning, you see.
I threw on my mustache and danced vigorously because I just needed to move in a freeing way.

I keep thinking more on movement.  I keep thinking more on dancing.  I think dancing is more important than we realize.  Like art is more important than we realize.  I started dancing the other day and really let go of my limitations on my movements and forgot to be embarrassed in front of myself.  I started in a medium melancholy state of mind and left in a state of happiness.  I felt good to be alive.  I truly believe we need to express ourselves more and interact with the world around us.
The numbness of our state in constant stimulus of mere entertainment value does not always ENGAGE us in the watching of the movie.  We sit back within ourselves and our thoughts remain inside, and our feelings remain inside, and our real life experiences that allow us to connect in the watching of a movie remain buried as the engaging factor wasn't really present.

We forget to engage in our own lives, and I feel as if I engaged with myself again.
I feel a strange awareness that I am alive, and it is a good feeling.  It makes me want to move and express myself to God.  To express myself in ways that words really cannot.

So I throw on my mustache that allows me to be inconspicuous in front of myself and I let go and move as pulsating or river like music takes me in a fluid motion, washing me in this river of freshness and in this river of life.