It's all about courage.
That's something the lion in the Wizard of Oz and I have in common. I probably have more than he had but there are some areas where I have very little.
Like the dance floor.
I like to dance. I wish I were a better dancer. I have a little rhythm - I think. But what's the deal?
It's the memories.
It was against our religion to dance when I was growing up. The sixth grade graduation party, a pretty dress, and me standing against the wall. The time someone I had a crush on asked me to dance and I didn't know where my arms were supposed to be. The fact that I was always clumsy. Or that I never learned.
My friend, Deborah absolutely loves to dance. In fact to quote her: "It's as if you opened my head and poured a bucket of happiness into my being". So it's fun to go with her and watch her be happy - as I sit and sip and listen as the music beckons - sort of like those old Calgon commercials. Sometimes people appear to be taken away.
And so it was on a recent Sunday afternoon when I went with Deb to a dance - her on the dance floor and me watching all the dancers...
The band was playing a Polka...
And it all began to come back - I remembered my cousin, Rick's wedding to Cheryl now more than 30 years ago. The reception was in a huge hall - and everyone was dancing -- their dance of choice - the Polka. Someone asked me to dance - so I did.
My question to my brothers - did I look silly? was answered only as brothers can - "Well....yeah".
The issue was crystal clear. It's all those memories.
Earlier that day a friend recalled the angst she still feels because her parents did not have a good relationship. That afternoon I remembered her words - "But you know I am 63 years old and it's time for me to let that go".
Let that go - - -change what I can - - - HUM.
So the next time a gentleman asked - I said sure - and was swept onto the dance floor. And then there was another...and as we left the party I said to Deborah - When's the next time we are going to do this?
I just need to have the courage to change.
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