Learn to Dance with a Limp

Good day Beloved,

I am wondering, do you think that there is something about you that is less than you would like it to be? If yes, it is probably something that no one else would even notice unless it were pointed out to them, right? Your eyes are not exactly the same, one leg is shorter, your teeth are not white enough, your hair is too curly or too straight or something is too… fill in the blank, Beloved.

Here is something to think about. Humans are not born symmetrical. Do know that? Unless you intervene, your left half is not identical to the right half. That is just how people are. You know what else, it is OKAY, even good. It would be boring and uninteresting if everyone were “perfect”. No matter what we grow up being told in one way or another, “perfect” is not perfect. We can and should strive to be the best us we can be.

Personally, I don’t think anyone needs to surgically alter themselves just to attain something unattainable in this world. Unless the “something” that is “wrong” needs to be altered for medical or quality of life reasons, why do it? As you can tell I do not understand face lifts, boob jobs, calf implants, etc. I would not presume to say that these things are wrong, I just don’t understand them. If they work for you, I hope they do what you wanted them to do.

For me I think I would rather learn to dance with a limp. This phrase came from a favored author, Ann Lamott. She was talking about grief, but it could apply to just about anything, yeah. Grief is a “something wrong” that is generally not visible to those on the outside, but it can be as devastating and life altering as an amputation.

So, we all must learn to live with something. We adjust, compensate, choose to move forward. In the long run, it doesn’t matter what the something is, but it does matter how we respond to it. We can choose to let it run or ruin our lives or we can choose to cover it up or we can choose to learn to dance with a limp.

Beloved, I hope whatever you choose it is the right choice for you in the long run. Beloved, do you want to dance?  Come on, let’s dance.

Have a lovely…

Mona LangmaackMelin