Last year, I got to go to my sister-in-law’s wedding. At the reception, as people were finishing up their dinner and cake, the DJ got the music going and everyone made their way to the dance floor. I grabbed my 5-year-old son’s hand, walked onto the floor, and started to twirl him around. We danced and danced and danced. I felt a spark of joy that I hadn’t felt in years and thought, There you are. You love to dance. It was like finding a part of me that had been missing for a long time.
Life is so busy that it can often feel more like business than life. In the day-to-day grind of fixing lunches and changing diapers and running from errands to meetings to appointments, it’s easy to wonder, Where am I? Who am I? We lose ourselves in our own lives and even forget simple things—like how much we love to dance.
