This morning for the, must be, hundredth time I watched "Strictly Ballroom". The scene where Fran's family teaches Scott the Paso Doble makes my heart beat faster and I'm not sure if it's the dance or the tight pants on those sexy men!
Last night and this morning I had started to feel a cloud passing over my head and I knew it so well, that sense of hopelessness for my situation and that voice telling me what a fuck-up I am. Then as I sat having my breakfast "Love Is In The Air" played and Fran and her grandmother shared the wisdom, "A life lived in fear is a life half lived". The cloud lifted as I thought of my original screen name here on OS, lifehalflived.
Fear is a useful tool. It keeps us from doing many things which would hurt and leave scars for life but it should be just that, a tool, and not a taskmaster beating us over the head every time we try to dance our own steps.
So many fears cloud our minds and cause us to sit on the sidelines: lost loves and "will I ever love again", "where did our friendship go", "what will they think", "you're too old", "how will you survive". We see a tomorrow that is a blank page waiting to be filled with, with what? With more fear? Or a page filled to the edges with our own steps? That which is uniquely me, you, us?
Feel the rhythm,
Hear the beat,
Of your own heart,
Of life without fear?