Dancing When Everyone Is Watching

Happy Monday! I hope everyone had a good weekend 🙂 Mine was a little different than usual because my roommate and I went apartment shopping! We even had a realtor, so it was a lot of fun pretending I was on House Hunters. I think we’ve settled on a beautiful townhome near USF. It’s the perfect distance away that I feel like I’m escaping USF, but close enough that I can be there in 5 minutes. It’s slightly bigger than our current place and has an extra bedroom we’re going to use as an office since the bedrooms are a little smaller. Oh, it even has a garage! But wait it gets better…it has a massive kitchen and a screened in patio 🙂 I can’t wait to cook some yummy food and chill outside.

It’s about $75 a month more than I pay now, but I think it’s going to be worth it, especially if I’m a little more money conscious. I already have a plan to sell it to my parents, too. I’m going to tell them the office can be used as a spare bedroom when they come over, so now they don’t have to pay for a hotel! Smart, right? Let’s just hope it works 🙂 I’ll be sure to keep you updated on how it all works out!

I don’t know if you all have realized that I don’t really plan on what I’m going to talk about in my blogs. The topics usually come to me randomly like when I’m walking, at church, or listening to podcasts. Today’s post topic came to me in church over the weekend.

Normally, I go to the Saturday night Mass because I love the priest and the atmosphere is a lot more engaging. However seeing how crazy this weekend was, I had to go to the Sunday morning Mass. I do love this Mass too, but I think everyone has his or her favorite time to go. There is one thing I get to see at the Sunday Mass that I don’t get to see on Saturday’s and that is this adorable little boy and his mom. Without fail, the two sit in the front left corner of the church two rows back from the alter.

Being a little boy, he’s always has a lot of energy, and mom spends most of the Mass trying to corral him…but every week he starts some sort of commotion. Not the screaming and kicking kind, but the making everybody laugh kind. Either he usually starts laughing loud enough for the whole congregation to hear, starts playing on the pews, or even he walks up onto the alter. Normally this would bother someone, but he’s just so adorable and carefree about it that no one really seems to mind.

Sure enough, this week was no different. Just as we were finishing the Rite of Peace and beginning to sing, he went right up to the front of the church and started dancing! It wasn’t just the little bobbing motion kids do, but a full on break dance with arms flailing and everything. As mom tried to corral him, everyone stood there smiling as usual. But this time I noticed something that I never had before…

That little boy didn’t care one bit about what was going on around him. He didn’t care what people thought of him. He didn’t care if he was a bad dancer or the best 3 year prodigy on the planet. He was going to bust some moves and have a darn good time doing it. Best of all, there was nothing anyone could do to stop him.

In a way, I found this admirable. How often do we do something like that? Not breakdance in front of the church, but do something without caring what other people think? I think we lose this as adults. At some point, we stop doing what we want in an effort to please other people. We stop acting like ourselves because other people don’t like the true us. We start caring about what the world thinks of us. We need the nice car and the perfect family. We need to be proper all the time. While I think there’s a time and a place for this, there’s also something to be said about being ourselves and enjoying life on our own terms. We need to have fun every once in a while and stop taking everything so seriously. Time isn’t going to slow down for us, so might as well enjoy what we have.

The boy knew that. Even as his mom busted him, he still had a giant grin on his face. He was having fun and probably laughing at himself, too. That’s what I miss the most about being a kid. I remember I used to laugh at myself when I fell, when I succeeded, and just because I felt like it. Why? Because there are things in life that are outside of our control and sometimes all we can do is either laugh or cry. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather laugh.

So this week, maybe remember to be yourself. Be the person that God created you to be. When I think about it, almost every opportunity I’ve been given I can attribute to be being authentically myself. In interviews, I make sure to let my personality shine. I smile and joke, and I think that’s part of the reason why I’ve been successful in obtaining opportunities. At a certain point, people have the same realization that I had in Mass, and they want to hire people that are willing to be themselves. They want people that are willing to laugh at themselves and bring brightness to the workplace.

We can’t always be perfect. Life won’t always go our way. We won’t always succeed. We will fail. That’s okay. Sometimes trying is all we can do. What’s important is that we think like the baby learning to walk…the moment we fall, we get back up and try again. We get back up with a smile on our face not caring about what anyone else thinks. In reality, this is our life not theirs. We are in control. We are the captain.

As, we fall this week let’s remember to get back up with a smile on our face. Let’s make everyone laugh. And most importantly, let’s dance when everyone is watching 🙂

 

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