My Dance Card is Full... But Not Because I Don't Want to Dance with You
My dance card is full... but not because I don't want to dance with you. It's because there are three little lives who have currently filled out lines 1-10. With their tiny little hands they have scribbled in their names and in the margin they have written "we get 11-20 also". Their dances do not mesh with mine - I'd prefer a slow dance to the cacophony of sounds they are currently jamming to.
The dance of the week is Sickness - not that they chose it on purpose, but it is what they are playing. I'd prefer Health or Energy. And while sometimes just two of us dance, at other times all three join in. We look like a one-man-band, stumbling around, one on my back, one trying to lead, one dancing to a completely different rhythm, and me, just waiting for the song to end. The other dancers have cleared the floor, because, let's be honest, Sickness is not a dance anyone wants to join.
Brave as you might be to venture onto the dance floor, I still sense a distance, probably because of the weight I'm carrying as I shuffle my little trio around. It probably doesn't come from you, but from Exhaustion, the dance that somehow plays simultaneously with Sickness. Sickness is like a rave that doesn't know when to end. There's a fog machine that is blocking any sign of hope or light at the end of the tunnel. And through the mist and strobe lights are others I can see, who step onto the dance floor; other dancers who look similar to myself, whose conga-line of children have insisted that Sickness is the song of the day. And so we dance.
At the moment, my dance card is full. I miss the open lines, the excitement of who might be next. I can't wait to dance the Fun and the Friendship and the Double Date. So please, though my card is full tonight, ask me to dance again soon.
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Brave as you might be to venture onto the dance floor, I still sense a distance, probably because of the weight I'm carrying as I shuffle my little trio around. It probably doesn't come from you, but from Exhaustion, the dance that somehow plays simultaneously with Sickness. Sickness is like a rave that doesn't know when to end. There's a fog machine that is blocking any sign of hope or light at the end of the tunnel. And through the mist and strobe lights are others I can see, who step onto the dance floor; other dancers who look similar to myself, whose conga-line of children have insisted that Sickness is the song of the day. And so we dance.
At the moment, my dance card is full. I miss the open lines, the excitement of who might be next. I can't wait to dance the Fun and the Friendship and the Double Date. So please, though my card is full tonight, ask me to dance again soon.
Great analogy to the dance of life and so true – we have dance through the card and while we might not like the jitterbug, the Viennese Waltz will be coming up next. I love you!!
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