Forward isn’t steady. It ebbs and flows, sometimes chaotic. I navigate it best when I sense “the music” and where it’s headed.
Sometimes it’s a Cha Cha Cha — a step forward, a rock back. The rock back can hit hard, but it’s part of the rhythm. I keep moving.
Other times it’s a Processional — slow, measured, full of waiting and unglamorous steps that lead to the moment you’ve been anticipating. Think graduation: all protocol, all preparation, all worth it.
Then there’s the Glissade — the glide. Momentum carries me, effort softens, and I want the chorus to last forever.
It’s a mix tape, and mixed it is. Every dance matters. Every dance builds the foundation of where I’m headed.
The playful steps build courage. The solemn steps build endurance. The steady steps build momentum.
The playful steps build courage. The solemn steps build endurance. The steady steps build momentum.
Sometimes I forget that moving forward also changes what I want — and that changes the dance again. At the end of the day, forward is forward. Two steps forward, one step back, a glide… or even putting your whole self in and shaking it all about — the Hokey Pokey, for the record. The dance goes on.
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