"If you're going to go the party, you might as well dance," my grandmother told me that the day after she buried her second husband, my grandfather.
She wasn't talking about jitterbugging, waltzing, or the foxtrot. She was talking about engagement. Not engagement in the terrifying "will you marry me" sense; engagement in the sense of being present, and conscious, and active every day. She was talking about being engaged in the way that a heart surgeon is focused on the patient lying on the table in front of her. That surgeon is not thinking about baseball, or Oprah, or her 401(k) balance.
"If you're going to go to the party, you might as well dance" means that if you're going to be a teacher, teach your heart out. If you're going to be a ballerina, practice your ass off. If you're going to be a racecar driver, drive it like you stole it.
It means bring your very best to every single endeavor. It doesn't mean you will be successful every time, but when was the last time you danced your ass off & regretted it?
Now go call your grandmother and tell her you love her.
-The Gradvisor
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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