"Would you like to dance this fast two-step or we could swing like they are doing?", he asked me.
I hesitated because I don't know how to dance either one.
He sensed my insecurity and so said it was OK, and suggested maybe dancing another song later, but as I observed them on the dance floor, I determined that I was just going to go for it, and try it anyway.
You see, up until this point in my life I have lived pretty reserved about things that are out of my comfort zone or that I don't know how to do, thus forfeiting many opportunities to learn and maybe even have some fun.
But as additional birthday years are accompanying me and I care more about the quality of happiness that I have in my life than of what others (or even myself) might be critically thinking, I have ventured out.
And guess what?
I had an absolute blast!!!
The poor guy.
We danced fast two-step and swing, or he did, and I got whipped and maneuvered around the dance floor, but I without question loved it!
I laughed hard and danced hard and burned up a few M&Ms I'd eaten, leaving me with unladylike sweat, but I would of replayed and repeated it numerous times, only not hesitating the next chance I got.
I learned something really important that night.
That I will not ultimately know how I am going to feel about something unless I try it.
Unless I take a chance.
And at that point in my life, I can then decide if it is something I would like to add or deduct.
Because chances are good, if I open my heart and self to what the world may be presenting me, I might just swing into something I never knew I could love.
"To dare is to lose one’s footing momentarily. To not dare is to lose oneself." ~Søren Kierkegaard
"Don’t refuse to go on an occasional wild goose chase — that’s what wild geese are for." ~Author Unknown
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August 2, 2015
May 2, 2014
The S.A.M. Story Part VI
PART VI
Returning to his home, her face felt numb and gritty from the ride. She wiped it with a damp cloth, again donning her comfortable dress, then informed him she was going to lie down for a few minutes. That is a S.A.M. he remembered her sharing. Her daily 20 minute naps were not only rejuvenating but vital to her ability to function the rest of the day. She had been taking them for years. She closed her door and her eyes and was in a anesthesia-like induced sleep before she could even begin to count back from 10.
She awoke to the wonderful aroma of home cooking and muffled music softly playing, although so muted she couldn't even hear the words. As she opened the door she recognized the song playing as one she had previously sent him through a link asking him if she could "have this dance". It was one of the fun but strange things about the cyber part of their relationship.
He looked up from the stove with a 'Well, hello' smile asking, "Remember this song?". She stopped and listened, shook her head, paused, and said, "Umm noo." His facial reaction changed to confusion and hers also changed. She presented her infamous beguiling smile with lips drawn together, eyebrows lightly raised, dropping and tilting her chin to the smallest degree-like a photographer asks, ever so slightly-causing her to look upward, and with eyes that sparkled with glistening words all over them that said, ' You don't think I did it do you?' she started to laugh. Through chuckles she said,"Of course I remember!" Her unpredictability was one of the things he immensely enjoyed about her.
Without saying a word he took her hand, leading her to the make-shift kitchen dance floor and he started to sway to the beat. Unprepared she just stood there with joyful eyes, biting her lip. He had told her in a past S.A.M. that he liked to dance but she hadn't imagined how effortless he could move. If he hadn't had her full attention before, he sure did now! She thought, "Ohh, if guys only understood what a man who can dance does to a woman! They would re-prioritize and invest in dance lessons way before purchasing an automobile."
Just as she was starting to get self-conscious and anxious about looking goofy if she started dancing with him, (why did she not have a problem doing it alone at home and "telling" him all about it?!) the food needed attention, and he resumed his cooking duties.
Ambivalent, she was both frustrated with herself and relieved she didn't have to follow through so he wouldn't see through her insecurity. She had been saved by dinner.
Their time together was, as Cinderella's; limited and quickly passing away although they appeared unconcerned of the fact that they were not going to be able to personally acquaint themselves thoroughly with what little time was left or at least it seemed so. And if they were cognizant, they consensually chose oblivion over that fact, perhaps, because they had anticipated and fantasticalized this meeting everyday for months and were going to savor and put into fruition every intention they were so desirous of.
Returning to his home, her face felt numb and gritty from the ride. She wiped it with a damp cloth, again donning her comfortable dress, then informed him she was going to lie down for a few minutes. That is a S.A.M. he remembered her sharing. Her daily 20 minute naps were not only rejuvenating but vital to her ability to function the rest of the day. She had been taking them for years. She closed her door and her eyes and was in a anesthesia-like induced sleep before she could even begin to count back from 10.
She awoke to the wonderful aroma of home cooking and muffled music softly playing, although so muted she couldn't even hear the words. As she opened the door she recognized the song playing as one she had previously sent him through a link asking him if she could "have this dance". It was one of the fun but strange things about the cyber part of their relationship.
He looked up from the stove with a 'Well, hello' smile asking, "Remember this song?". She stopped and listened, shook her head, paused, and said, "Umm noo." His facial reaction changed to confusion and hers also changed. She presented her infamous beguiling smile with lips drawn together, eyebrows lightly raised, dropping and tilting her chin to the smallest degree-like a photographer asks, ever so slightly-causing her to look upward, and with eyes that sparkled with glistening words all over them that said, ' You don't think I did it do you?' she started to laugh. Through chuckles she said,"Of course I remember!" Her unpredictability was one of the things he immensely enjoyed about her.
Without saying a word he took her hand, leading her to the make-shift kitchen dance floor and he started to sway to the beat. Unprepared she just stood there with joyful eyes, biting her lip. He had told her in a past S.A.M. that he liked to dance but she hadn't imagined how effortless he could move. If he hadn't had her full attention before, he sure did now! She thought, "Ohh, if guys only understood what a man who can dance does to a woman! They would re-prioritize and invest in dance lessons way before purchasing an automobile."
Just as she was starting to get self-conscious and anxious about looking goofy if she started dancing with him, (why did she not have a problem doing it alone at home and "telling" him all about it?!) the food needed attention, and he resumed his cooking duties.
Ambivalent, she was both frustrated with herself and relieved she didn't have to follow through so he wouldn't see through her insecurity. She had been saved by dinner.
Their time together was, as Cinderella's; limited and quickly passing away although they appeared unconcerned of the fact that they were not going to be able to personally acquaint themselves thoroughly with what little time was left or at least it seemed so. And if they were cognizant, they consensually chose oblivion over that fact, perhaps, because they had anticipated and fantasticalized this meeting everyday for months and were going to savor and put into fruition every intention they were so desirous of.
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