Will You Dance With Me?

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As I am about to venture on to a new and exciting work journey, I think of my 6 year old nephew Riley, doing the penguin happy dance, after seeing the movie.  I thought I would share the following words someone sent me!! 

Too many people put off something that brings them joy
just because they haven’t thought about it, don’t have it on their
schedule, didn’t know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their 
routine.
 I got to thinking one day about all those women on the 
Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to 
cut back. From then on, I’ve tried to be a little more flexible.

 How many women out there will eat at home because their 
husband didn’t suggest going out to dinner until after something had been 
thawed? Does the word ‘refrigeration’ mean nothing to you?

 How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in 
silence while you watched ‘ Jeopardy ‘ on television?

 I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, ‘How 
about going to lunch in a half hour?’ She would gas up and stammer, ‘I 
can’t. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known 
yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain.’ And my personal 
favorite: ‘It’s Monday.’ She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch 
together.

 Because Canadians cram so much into their lives, we tend 
to schedule our headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to 
ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!

 We’ll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve 
toilet-trained. We’ll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet… 
We’ll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.

 Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days 
get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One 
morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of 
‘I’m going to,’ ‘I plan on,’ and ‘Someday, when things are settled down a 
bit.’

 When anyone calls my ‘seize the moment’ friend, she is 
open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new 
ideas. Her enthus- iasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five 
minutes, and you’re ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Roller 
blades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord..

 My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice 
cream. It’s just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with 
a spatula and eliminate the digestive process The other day, I stopped the 
car and bought a triple-Decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way 
home, I would have died happy.

 Now…go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT 
to……not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon 
and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what 
would you say? And why are you waiting?

  Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or 
listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butter fly’s 
erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run 
through each day on the fly? When you ask ‘ How are you?’ Do you hear the 
reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next 
hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, ‘We’ll do 
it tomorrow.’ And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a 
good friendship die? Just call to say ‘Hi?

 When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an 
unopened gift….Thrown away….. Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear 
the music before the song is over.

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2 Responses to “Will You Dance With Me?”

  1. Keep dancin and good luck on the new journey. Cheers Dar.

  2. gingerbreadninja Says:

    Hey, that’s beautiful!

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