I was driving to pick my son up from school (I know, many of my posts these days start with those words!). I was waiting at a light and I happened to look to my right when I saw a lady dancing in her car.
I love car dancing…expressing yourself through dance when your favorite jam comes on. I’m usually reserved though, keeping my movements small; in fact, I usually confine my car dancing to my shoulders with an occasional “raising the roof” with my hands. Thankfully my son is rather tolerant of this, and his only parameter for me is that I keep it below the window when I am on or near school property. I can do that.
But I have to say, I was overjoyed by this woman’s exuberance! She was going all out, as if her car was a dance floor. The only part of her not dancing was her foot that was on the brake. She was singing and flinging her arms. She was bobbing her head and grooving with her torso. She was happy, and she didn’t care who was watching.
And you really couldn’t help but watch. Her dancing made the whole car bounce!
I drove away chuckling to myself.
I wish I could exhibit that kind of exuberant joy. I wish I could reach that part of myself that was this happy. I wish I didn’t really care what it looked like. I was like that when I was younger. I’d like to be that confident and joyful again.
But that is why I’m on this journey.
I am searching for that in myself, and sometimes I see it. Sometimes I will have a fleeting moment of pure joy where in my head I can see myself dancing and singing and I’m happy. That’s how I know I’m on the right track.
Have you tapped into that kind of exuberant joy? What does it look like for you? Please let me know in the comments below!