Choices and more choices

I was just replying to an email; the topic of our conversation was "how things never seem to happen fast enough." Upon reflection I thought just how true that is and how ironic it is that time passes at different speeds for all of us.

My email buddy was commenting on how at his young age he can't seem to get his life going. He's in his mid-twenties and can't seem to get things to happen. I was all but flustering in my mid-twenties and it wasn't until I turned 26 that I realized I wanted to do something with my life. I suppose that this is what happens when you are able to cruise along life without having to worry about where you live or what other responsibilities you might have.

My parents urged me to be happy in whatever I did. I managed to make a living but it only went as far as keeping me in my creature comforts. The reality is that since I did not have a need I did not realize what was missing.

For me the biggest motivator was that at 33 I woke up and felt alone. I did not have a partner; while I loved my work (and still do) it did not completely fulfill me.

It's almost as if I were following a script of my own life and did not realize I could make choices that would bring me more fulfillment. Until I realized that there was a choice to be made I could not move forward in life and within.

I complimented my email buddy and told him that he was lucky he knew that there were paths to be taken and choices to be made -- how lucky to be aware of all that life can offer. It's almost like finding out that there's more than vanilla and chocolate -- that there are at least 29 more flavours.

Dancing up a storm.

Just got back from the Pride Party hosted by the Big Men's Club of NY. It was great, I had a lot of fun. There were lots of people having a great time.

I took lots of photos and one gentleman stood out because he was wearing a lovely silk robe with the pride colors. He was dancing up a storm.
I love to see people dance; it's very revealing . . . It says quite a bit about their self-image and their sensuality.

At some point I caught the gentleman looking for a bit of help. He wanted to know where the dessert room was. I offered to show him and we started to talk. We had an engaging conversation about dance and how it tells a story about all of us.

We looked at the great assortment of desserts and settled on the cheesecake. We continued to converse and both agreed that sometimes dance is just as good as sex and that most good dancers are good lovers. Dance lets you speak to our inner selves. You can dance with joy or dance with the darkness within you.

I love dance because it's another way to ride life. When I am down I put on a cd and let the music take me away -- I dance to the rhythms and let it carry me to the next plateau. Dance has a way of letting me communicate without words.

We both agreed that the body language that dance conveys can be sensual, erotic, revealing and most of all it can offer a window into who we are at a deeper level.

So the next time you hit the dance floor think about what message you are sending and how others respond to you -- dance is the secret communique of how you feel and what you really want.

I was just thinking that it's time I join the blogging community. I have plenty on my mind and hey it is time to share and maybe, just maybe make sense of it all . . . or at least have fun trying.