I used to hate going to school dances. I never had the confidence I needed to really get out there and dance, and I waited for a boy to ask me. Every time.
Until I realized that I could dance by myself, and love it.
Somewhere along the line, I got self-conscious again, and stopped dancing. I bought into my father telling me that I was awkward and clumsy. I bought into people telling me I had no sense of rhythm and might as well sit on the sidelines.
What a shame. I spent a good part of my life afraid to even exercise in a group because I thought I couldn't move with any kind of grace or timing.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
My sense of rhythm may not be perfect. My dancing might look awkward, and my body may not move like a dancer's should.
But it's what I have and I am learning that the Dance is much more than just what happens on a dance floor.
The Dance (with a big D) is our party with the Universe. It is the way we are with each other, our willingness to engage or not, our extension of a hand when we ask someone to come out and play.
It is a Dance in so many ways, and the music is individual. When we can get into a line, and make it look good...hooray.
But hooray for those of us who can dance and Dance our own ways, without fear of judgment.
What's the smallest thing you will do today to Join The Dance?
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