Does anyone else feel as thought they have been living in a time warp lately? Like March went by in the blink of an eye?
Me too. In April of 2019 I wrote about the rhythms of life and how life can be a dance. It feels appropriate to re-post an edited version in the “new era” which will likely be know as the COVID-19 pandemic.
In a recent dance class I started thinking about my life as a song or a dance. It is an interesting metaphor, and I had to ask these questions:
What type of song would it be?
–Syncopated, lyrical, dance-worthy, synthesized?
In what type of venue would it be played?
–Concert hall dive bar, dance club, opera house?
In what genre of music would it belong?
–Pop, rock, blues, jazz, classical, EDM, yoga, country, rap, Latin, samba, world music?
When I thought about my own life, I decided that while I would love for it to be smooth and lyrical, it tends to be more syncopated.
Sometimes there are some dance-able parts in there, and that makes it a lot of fun!
Other times I seem to be tripping over my own feet, struggling to keep time, and hoping to come out up right.
Generally, I enjoy the musical accompaniment of my life. The soundtrack includes Zumba, jazz (improvisation), and some classical, when I’m lucky. But usually it is a syncopated rhythm, and I trip or dance along as fluidly as I can manage.
I am grateful for it all. I recognize the value of each part of this interwoven melody, the story and the music of my life. Some of it is good, some of it is hard. And I am so fortunate to have each day in which I can live and love.
I’ll take it. Syncopated rhythms and all.