May I Have This Dance?

M’Lynn sent me a link today, to This Blog. I stole this YouTube clip from her, so thank you…It made me think about Numskullery’s post some weeks ago about Guy Number Three, it made me think about how driving home tonight, I was on autopilot. I missed it. This week has flown by and I feel like I’m missing it. It made me remember a wedding several years ago, choreographed by Dionysys himself, and merged a couple of fabulous people whom I love dearly…It made me think about what the blogger said about the unexpected…watch it.

And when the Bride makes her entrance? Yeah, I got tears. Because she’s Dancing. and her Tribe is Dancing. And her future husband is Dancing. and they GET IT. They aren’t, in that moment, worried about other people, about looking like an asshole, about does my butt look huge in this dress that I will NEVER wear again, about how fifty percent of marriages end in divorce, about two hundred dollar electric bills, about upcoming stand up comedy gigs that I feel really out to sea about. They aren’t worried about relationships crumbling, or being lied to or standing strong, or uncertainty of anything…in THAT moment? They all got it. Even the congregation and the minister got it.

It’s easy, isn’t it folks? To become disengaged? Disconnected? Head to the grindstone and pay the bills and friendships and family be damned? Forget that bliss you were following. Forget about eating right, just shovel some more in and get fat. Forget about everything and just autopilot your way out the door.

I feel like I’ve had my head in the sand about the comedy gig. I’m scared. I am afraid. I am severely afraid that this is soooo not going to work. That my delivery will be choppy. That I will look fat onstage. That no one will really laugh. That what I believe to be a goodly amount of material comes down to sixty seconds. That I will throw up. That I will cry. That I will cry whilst throwing up. That I will feel one hundred percent incapable of finishing what I started.

But…I bet that’s nothing compared to those guys holding the programs that had the first dance step. and look how that wound up.

So. Here’s a gentle reminder to dance a little tonight. Tomorrow. This weekend. This year. I’m not saying you need to bust out into the Pachanga ala Dirty Dancing. Maybe just a bunny hop or two. But when you take that first step, know that I got your back, you don’t ever look stupid to me and for what it’s worth, I’m dancing with you over here.