Dancing to What?

I often wonder what it is that makes a person decide a course of action,
Is it that the person, knows his or her own mind to such an extent,
That they trust their instincts and their gut,
And because of a certain amount of self-confidence,
They know what works for them,
Or is it that they wait for trends or what everyone else is doing and if that works for them,
They head out in that direction,
As a loner, do your own thing, go your own way kind of chick,
I have always wondered about that,
I meet folks, mostly the ones I admire and enjoy most,
Who have such focus and though they are gracious to the opinions of others,
Going in they are pretty sure where they are headed,
And will most of the time do their own thing and land feet first…
I also meet that set who go every which way the wind blows,
If they are with me, then that is who they are,
If they are with someone else,
Then they become that,
And I don’t mean a chameleon-like ability to change and adapt,
Because that is surely a beautiful thing,
And one I embrace,
But I mean that desire, to fit in so badly,
That they become almost caricatures of who they are with,
I notice this particularly amongst my young people,
They often will say,
Ms. A you just don’t know how hard it is to be different,
I immediately disabuse them of that notion,
Telling that even in my advanced years, I do recall that it is most difficult,
To dance to one’s own drummer,
Doing the Tango, while everyone else is doing the Electric Slide,
However, I tell them that dance we must, to that music playing in our,
Heads and Hearts…
Because to live truly full, passionate lives we have to be who God intended,
Otherwise we are lying,
Mostly to ourselves,
I think about my youngest son and my niece,
Malik and Charlie,
And my hears bursts with pride,
Because I have never met two more knowing who they are,
And handling up, young people in my life,
They spend precious little time,
Being consumed with what others are about,
And are inordinately passionate about doing well,
While having fun…
And dancing, fervently to their inner music…

Smooches!
angelia