QUESTION THE STATUS QUO
The other day I took my husband to get a blood test, something very specific that required special vials and a centrifuge and what not, so we had to go to the hospital to have it done. I dropped him off at the door and went to park the car. As I walked from the parking lot to the facility’s waiting area, I passed a mom holding her toddler’s hand as they strolled. The boy had stopped and was executing a little happy dance, smiling, and putting on a show while the mom and a woman sitting on a nearby bench were giggling at his energy and enthusiasm. I got sucked into the moment, joy-filled as it was, and laughed along with them.
Ten seconds later, I entered the waiting area of the hospital and my joy bubble burst. The facility itself is state of the art: two-story, large windows looking out on a lovely garden, the sun energizing the waiting room through the lightly grey-tinted windows; colorful art on the walls; an all-around pleasant venue, yet everyone in there, with the exception of one of the women checking people in, sported a dour expression. In some cases it looked permanent, gloom lines (the opposite of laugh lines) had long ago formed around their down-turned mouths and eyes. The gloominess had spread to their bodies, the walls, the furniture, the ceiling until the very air had become sullen and ill-tempered. Perhaps I’m blowing it out of proportion because I’m sensitive to energy, but I don’t know if anyone else noticed the darkness in an otherwise beautiful setting besides me.
Now I’m sure every one of those people had a serious problem or they wouldn’t be sitting in a waiting room of a hospital on a gorgeous, sunny spring day, but I couldn’t help but wonder how they all might have been if for a moment they stepped out of their own lives, their myriad problems, their many unfortunate circumstances, and just breathed in the blue of the sky or the joy of a toddler dancing on the sidewalk.
Granted, the dancing boy knows nothing yet of sickness, or the Mueller report, of financial hardships or impossible deadlines, of navigating life in a 24/7 world, but what if we could take that exuberance that we had as kids, that joie de vivre, and hold onto it well into our twenties, thirties, the rest of our lives despite all the trouble around us. We may have a million horrible things happening at once, an incurable disease, an unsolvable problem, a despondency so deep you think you may never breathe right again, but the knee-jerk, Status Quo reaction of misery and despair doesn’t have to be your norm.
Question everything. Dare to think different thoughts, no matter how far outside the typical response those thoughts may be. Find your own light for yourself and everyone around you. There is always something to be joyful about, a reason to do a little happy dance. Today, go out and find it.
Today is Day 17 of the #AtoZ blog challenge. Happy Easter. Happy Passover. Happy Dancing. :0)