I was buzzing around Facebook feeling sorry for myself when a photo of a dear friend popped up. There she is with a big smile, along with her fellow swing dancers. Looking good! (And lovely dress!) I can’t comment on whatever’s going on inside each person’s head, but I think it’s fair to imagine they are enjoying themselves and each other. Hard to ask for more when you’re talking about a night of swing dancing.
That was enough to shake me out of my morning funk and go for a run around the park. Seeing friends enjoying the life they’ve built makes me want to double my effort in shaping the kind of life I want for myself.
Placing one foot in front of the other on its own may not answer the question: “how do I want to live?”, but it’s a start. At least I’ll be healthier and have firmer cheeks.
And perhaps I can try swing dancing another time.