I don't hip hop.
No, I'm not saying I can-not move like a rabbit. I'm expressing I don't dance like many of the current genera-tion. I got to know a lot of terrific people recently. Train-ing over many weeks in the final half of last year made that happen. It grew my commun-ity of friends.
I improved. I am better at what I do. Because of it, I am filled with gratitude. But not
enough to dance the way many graduates of this training do. It is one of the major ways they get together. Dancing hip hop.
A mind of my own, I have. That's autonomy. Don't get me wrong. I love dancing. Grew up with it. Was surrounded by it, as a boy and young man. I also took dancing nearly every semester of college. Usually danced with the instructor.
Because I knew the moves. But it was ballroom dancing. Waltz, Foxtrot, Swing, Cha Cha, Rumba, Tango, Salsa, Cumbia, Mambo, I can do. Free form, con-temporary dancing I can move to. But there is no comparison. I am not asking others to agree.
There's beauty created when dancing ballroom. De-cades of doing it taught me much. It is fun, being in sync, moving to the music. It is sat-isfying being one with my dance partner.It creates joyful connection with that person.
The time flies. Transport-ed to a rhythmical world, I am. I am in my body when shaking or gliding on the dance floor. I am enveloped with the beauty of music. Emotions are re-leased melodically.
I drink in the fun dancing offers.
A good friend was miffed today. I told him why I didn't join a dancing oppor-tunity last weekend. It was with fellow training graduates. It is happening this weekend, too. I won't go.
I'm not interest-ed. Somehow, because I have dif-ferent tastes, he felt there was something wrong. With him. Or, with me. There isn't.
One important lesson learned from Al-Anon Family Groups is that we can hold different opinions. Neither of us has to be wrong. You may like vanilla ice cream. That's fine. I don't. We are both free to enjoy what we like.
No morals are being violated, when I eat orange sherbet and you enjoy your favorite flavor. When we learn this lesson, we all fit in, just as we are.
I just don't do hip hop.
How About You?
Where do you disagree, finding yourself standing apart from others?
No, I'm not saying I can-not move like a rabbit. I'm expressing I don't dance like many of the current genera-tion. I got to know a lot of terrific people recently. Train-ing over many weeks in the final half of last year made that happen. It grew my commun-ity of friends.
I improved. I am better at what I do. Because of it, I am filled with gratitude. But not
enough to dance the way many graduates of this training do. It is one of the major ways they get together. Dancing hip hop.
A mind of my own, I have. That's autonomy. Don't get me wrong. I love dancing. Grew up with it. Was surrounded by it, as a boy and young man. I also took dancing nearly every semester of college. Usually danced with the instructor.
Because I knew the moves. But it was ballroom dancing. Waltz, Foxtrot, Swing, Cha Cha, Rumba, Tango, Salsa, Cumbia, Mambo, I can do. Free form, con-temporary dancing I can move to. But there is no comparison. I am not asking others to agree.
There's beauty created when dancing ballroom. De-cades of doing it taught me much. It is fun, being in sync, moving to the music. It is sat-isfying being one with my dance partner.It creates joyful connection with that person.
The time flies. Transport-ed to a rhythmical world, I am. I am in my body when shaking or gliding on the dance floor. I am enveloped with the beauty of music. Emotions are re-leased melodically.
I drink in the fun dancing offers.
A good friend was miffed today. I told him why I didn't join a dancing oppor-tunity last weekend. It was with fellow training graduates. It is happening this weekend, too. I won't go.
I'm not interest-ed. Somehow, because I have dif-ferent tastes, he felt there was something wrong. With him. Or, with me. There isn't.
One important lesson learned from Al-Anon Family Groups is that we can hold different opinions. Neither of us has to be wrong. You may like vanilla ice cream. That's fine. I don't. We are both free to enjoy what we like.
No morals are being violated, when I eat orange sherbet and you enjoy your favorite flavor. When we learn this lesson, we all fit in, just as we are.
I just don't do hip hop.
How About You?
Where do you disagree, finding yourself standing apart from others?
2 comments:
Thank you so much for sharing your raw emotions. It helps me so much as I go through my course and overcome my fears.
Hi Pablo,
I appreciate your mentioning the fact that we can all hold different opinions without anyone being right or wrong. It is good to agree to disagree. I am learning to express my opinion even if it is not popular. I am not going to try and people please anymore and submit to other people's opinions just to keep the peace or for fear that people will dislike me.
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