…in my car, at my house, in my office, and many impromptu places in between. I take a dance break when I have conquered the days challenge, when one of my clients has made a great stride in treatment (after they leave my office of course), and even when I feel like I can’t take one more negative thing in my day or I’ll crumple in a crying heap. .. I shake it up. This dance break usually last less than a minute and can occur with my bestie over the phone joining in on the celebratory moment. It’s one of those moments if observed by a stranger… I might be viewed as certifiable! (Or at the least very odd) but that’s okay with me because those moments matter. Life is made of those little moments, millions of them all strung together to make up one life! Each year passing brings me to a greater understanding of mortality. I’m no longer invincible. I no longer believe I can conquer all things through sheer willpower. I am now a firm believer… life requires community.
What can we do to reconnect to others?
My past may be past but is seems to interweave with my present. I just so happen to believe I can choose whether that is in my favor or against me. I am not generally one to have an easy time in trusting the/a process and it would seem sometimes that is imperative. This is where I find myself now. Trusting the process.
I look around and fine myself surrounded by a crowd of open hands asking to be put to work and offering their practical assistance… It’s a bit overwhelming. I like my independence and this all seems so risky to my vulnerable soul. I prefer self sufficiency and reliance on God and faithful, good old rotten self… I have been painted into a corner and have no choice. So I take hands, one hand after another and this process is far from my favorite but I am learning many things and growing. I hope I only take this test once and pass it with excellence because it is challenging. I can’t say I haven’t had my feelings hurt I am dealing with faulty humans, finite beings. But I decided the growth and beauty of the process is worth the bumps and bruises. I think sometimes we have to get a scrape and bump and bruise to get something more valuable than money can buy…