We all go through life dancing to our own rhythm.  For some of us the rhythm changes as our priorities and responsibilities take over from the excesses and excitement of our youth.

Some of us forget to dance with the beat, some of us become deaf to the beauty of the song of life and some of us forget how to live as the constraints that we build for ourselves tighten their grip.

I have been guilty of all of the above.   I had truly forgotten the joy of dancing (badly), singing (equally as badly) and letting life roll over me like a beautiful cascading orchestral piece that can whip and stir the soul.

Right now I’m at the start of a beautiful love song but already I find myself being all adult and responsible and worrying about the final note.   Almost as if I am trying to sabotage the middle, the meaningful part of the song that will rise and fall like a crescendo.

Why I am doing this I have no idea.   Perhaps it’s the thought of failure of reaching the final note, perhaps its because I realise this is no solo piece but a duet or perhaps I am just scared of the rhythm that I can feel flowing through me… even though it brings me great joy and peace.

Perhaps I feel I don’t deserve it .. perhaps I don’t feel good enough, a shameful secret to be hidden away.    I really don’t know.

What I do know is that I need to stop over analysing, pulling things apart, thinking too deeply… I just need to let go .. feel the music, dance to the rhythm and enjoy the beat that is in my heart.

I am certainly going to try.