If you have ever had a chance to spend more than 24 hours with me (not necessarily all at once) you know that I love to dance. I can’t help myself. For better or worse I find myself dancing behind my grocery cart, slowing my jog to add a few box steps in, the car, office, and shower, aren’t immune to my moves. This isn’t a new phenomenon, I’ve been dancing since I was a small child, my preference back then was to run around the coffee table to Neil Diamonds Coming to America.
I’m asked frequently if I was a cheerleader in high school, no. I took a dance class when I was a sophomore in high school, it was so short lived my mom can’t remember driving me there. I had to quit because I couldn’t turn the same direction as everyone else. I was capable of turning to the left and to the right, and chronically did the opposite of everyone else. I accepted that I was a free styler, and moved on. I wasn’t going to stop because I knew I had to honor the tiny dancer.
What’s a tiny dancer you ask? Everyone has their own “tiny dancer” it’s the thing you measure your vitality and life force with. How engaged and excited about life am I? How much dancing am I doing inside? I didn’t actually recognize this tiny dancer until the time in my life she laid down, and stopped dancing. I’d spent so much time with her I didn’t realize that my outside could keep going as if things were normal while me insides didn’t feel like dancing anymore. My tiny dancer’s favorite song would come on and she’d lie there wondering the reasons she didn’t want to dance anymore, and that seemed to make things worse. I listened harder, turned the music louder but she still didn’t want to dance.
As I started to take a personal inventory I realized that not only was she not dancing anymore after a time, neither was I. The things in my life that brought me joy didn’t anymore. Even worse the things that I felt the most passionate about that brought out the spark of Marci weren’t an integral part of my life anymore. With the help of my excellent life coach I was able to slowly identify where I’d lost the skip in my step, the reason I let it go, and the steps I would have to take to get it back.
It was a really good day when my song came on and my tiny dance leapt to her feet and started dancing. I now check in frequently and know that if I’m not dancing through the parking lot, grocery store, or kitchen it’s time to do a personal inventory. Where am I compromising my values and not honoring my true nature and take the SMART and SIMPLE steps to get back to where I know I love to be!
How do you gage your vitality and life force?
What do you do to regenerate when you can feel yourself slipping?
Are you struggling to answer those questions?
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