This morning I observed a mailman walking down the street, delivering his mail, singing to himself....in the pouring rain. Whatever negatives lay ahead of his daily route; the impatient neighbor waiting for her package, the grissly pit-bull who hadn't been fed that morning, the discourteous driver bent on not allowing him the right of way; rain, sleet or snow - this mailman was on a mission: to have a good day.
Most of us see someone like this and want to wipe the grin off their faces. How dare they be happy? How dare they decide to get up in the morning, every morning, and decide that no matter what, they are going to have a good day because they are alive, they are employed, and they are in control of their life and thereby their happiness?
Dancing is a form of nonverbal communication. People of all cultures engage in this movement to express their happiness; joyfulness. But for sure we all do it to express a feeling or sentiment, and to celebrate life.
It is no wonder that lottery winners, ecstatic brides and kids in the candy store respond to their fortune by dancing a jig, performing a moonwalk, and sometimes an acrobatic flip.
But the next time a little adversity comes your way or it starts to sprinkle and you have no umbrella, I hope you dance.
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