“While visiting some friends in Manhattan last week, we found ourselves watching some performers in the Subway station at Grand Central. These dancers were amazing… crazy muscular guys doing acrobatic contortions, spinning around on the ground, flipping through the air, balancing their entire body weight on one hand in impossible type poses that defy the concept of center-of-gravity. My son was engrossed.
Each performer took his turn in the circle, and as the last guy finished… my son jumps up, and with the un-flappable confidence of a five-year old he starts “doin' his Thang.” Pasty-pale little scottish boy, struttin' his jive self, sliding around on the floor… dead serious about his craft. Everyone was clapping and cheering him on, and as he struck his finale pose, one of the performers gave him a coveted high five.
I was so indescribably proud of him. And yet, my son refers to the event nonchalantly, and clearly has no comprehension he did something uncommon, brave or bold. Apparantly if you're five, it's no big deal.
So maybe it isn't. Maybe it really is that easy to jump in there and “do your Thang”.
Maybe whatever we make up about “jumping in there” being scary or risky is a load of crap.
so I am still beaming with pride… but I'm also inspired to challenge myself (and you) to jump in there. Not in spite of the reasons we shouldn't, but because there are no reasons. At least not any we didn't fabricate.” ~ Jodi Hume ~
