Long Story Short: Do your dance thing (daily)

Several months ago a reader sent me a book.
Readers have sent me lots of things – soaps and lotions for my
great-aunt, pictures of their dogs, pictures of their babies, pictures
of their houses and cookies. A few readers have sent books they wrote
or books friends wrote, but until a few months ago, no one had ever
sent a book because they thought I would enjoy it.
For various reasons, it took me a while to start reading it. Finally,
I found the time.
It’s a lovely little book. Certain passages make me smile. The fact
that a stranger sent it makes me even happier.
The book, written by Roland Merullo, is called “A Little Love Story.”
Here’s a paragraph I read earlier today:
I remember reading that in some places, in ages past, opening your
house to strangers had been considered an essential part of being
human, an acknowledgment of some kind of invisible link. I like that
kind of thing. I like warmth and uncalled-for kindness, the small
unnoticed generosities that speckle the meanness of the world.
Relating to that passage came naturally. It’s those moments of
connection – the insight that someone or some author captured a
sentiment so like our own that we feel empowered in knowing, “I am not
the only one who feels this way.”
For whatever reasons, dancing makes me feel like that too. And, I do
not think I’m the only one. I don’t believe it’s possible to dance and
not know a degree of joy. A friend (and former dancer) agreed with me,
and we both began to wonder why we don’t we dance more.
I proposed a plan. Why don’t we dance every afternoon at 3:37? Who
among us doesn’t need some extra joy?
Another friend, who learned of my 3:37 p.m. dancing plan, sent a
message: “I’m not sure how to work this into a discussion on refinery
expansion with the owners of a contracting firm. Should I show them a
permission slip or just start dancing?”
After some thought, I’ve decided that letting others in on The Dancing
Plan makes the whole experiment work more effectively. And seriously
now, don’t you agree that a little dancing would liven up a discussion
on refinery expansion? Or give a ray of sunshine to someone
researching deuterium as a tracer element in the Yucca Mountain
Nuclear Testing Site? Or to another washing a car?
Taking ourselves too seriously is highly over-rated.
How can we go wrong with dancing? If you’re in need of proof that
dancing equals happy, check out Matt Harding’s videos on the Internet.
Viral videos of Matt dancing badly around the world are easy to find.
I know no one who watched them without smiling. See for yourself.
The point is not to dance well. The point is to dance.
Starting now, I plan to dance every afternoon at 3:37 — just for a
few minutes (or as long as I want). Won’t you join me?

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