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Would you accept the invitation?


I have been having a rough time lately…the usual kinds of challenges that we all face personally and professionally, but the challenges feel amplified by the holidays.  I asked the Universe to give me a break, to cut me some slack please pleeeeeease.

I received an invitation out of the blue…an invitation to dance.  I don’t dance! I am a mosh pit brawler, but I am not a dancer.  I am clumsy.  I felt embarrassed just reading the invitation, and I was thissssclose to sending my regrets that I couldn’t attend.

I paused, thinking this was such an unusual invitation.  Had I ever in my life been invited to a dance outside of high school?  I couldn’t remember ever receiving such an invitation.  Maybe the Universe was trying to give me an opportunity to feel differently this holiday season by doing something different?

I deleted my regrets, and replied that I didn’t know how to do the dances, but that I would be willing to give it a go.  I hit send before I could chicken out.

The venue was a stone manor built in the 1920’s.  It looks like a castle.  Inside there are large stone fireplaces, high ceilings, chandeliers, and a ballroom.  I found myself standing in that ballroom, a Cinderella with two left feet, and I considered excusing myself under the guise of a restroom visit to run away before the festivities started.  I talked myself into staying.

The waltz.  I stepped on my partner’s feet.  I laughed.  I stepped on his feet some more and laughed a lot, some of it nervous and some of the laughter the glee of a kid with a new toy…and then for a few gorgeous minutes, I got it.  I was waltzing, waltzing until I was dizzy!

The English country dances.  I didn’t know any of the lingo when we started, but I soon caught on well enough to follow along for most of the dances.  I wasn’t graceful or elegant, but I was delighted.  I had a different partner for every dance, and every partner taught me something I didn’t know, every partner gracious and forgiving of my newbie status.

The hours passed in a flash.  I haven’t laughed so much in a long time, and I haven’t been so challenged by trying some completely foreign in a long time.

Later in bed, I realized in all those hours under the chandeliers, I hadn’t given my troubles a single thought.  My previously tight, tense shoulders were relaxed.  The Universe had given me a break and cut me some slack, granting me a fabulous day that I would long remember.

Would you have accepted the invitation to the dance, or the equivalent, that popped up out of nowhere?  I am glad I did.

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