“Fall down seven times. Get up eight.” — Buddha
I went to a wedding last weekend. It was a great wedding. Happiness and Love swirled around catching everyone up in Hug of Joy. You couldn’t help but smile. All. The. Time.
Needless to say — there was dancing. Those of you who know me — will understand — for me Dancing is the answer. It doesn’t matter what the question is.
Even in high heels.
And THAT brings us to the next inevitable event…
Falling. Because if you are going to dance in high heels — there will come a time (usually more than once — as in my case) you will fall. On the dance floor. Ungracefully. In mid-dance. With witnesses.
And you can’t count on them all being too drunk to remember that you landed on your ass while attempting to clog in 3-inch heels. (Yes, I said clog.)
But — the real take away in all of this — Will you choose to dance? Or will the fear of falling — of having witnesses to your ungraceful moments keep you from doing what you love? On the dance floor? In Life?
I hope when you ask yourself this question — at any time and under any circumstance — you have the courage to do what you want to do. I hope you never let what others might think of you hold you back from expressing your passion. I hope you let Your Spirit soar and you never for one minute give a fuck about who is watching and what judgements they might form.
I hope you still choose to Dance.
It doesn’t matter if you fall down. That’s why our asses are padded. The most important thing is to always get back up — without missing a beat. Knowing everyone falls. Every. One. No exceptions.
I promise you — this wasn’t the first time I fell down while dancing and it sure as hell won’t be the last.