Life is like a dance.
The man is supposed to lead; to invite the woman to join him.
The woman is to follow but it is her decision to accept or reject the offer made unto her.
If he is willing to ask and she is willing to accept, then the two become one, sweeping, twirling, flowing across the dance floor.
No one is perfect.
There will be toes occasionally stepped on, stumbles here and there,
but each individual has the power to control the outcome of every situation. Continue on gracefully, work out the kinks, seek revenge for the ill fated mistakes, or end the dance then and there.
It is a stroll, a walk in the park if you will. When one chooses to go forward, he or she also decides whether or not to go it alone.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Graceful Stepping
Posted by Robyn at 12:20 AM
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2 comments:
Yes ... if only agreeing on when and where and how to dance or stroll were as easy as the desire to do either or both!
That is all too true.
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