Dancing is never done alone, it is always accompanied by someone or
something. The ballerina is lost in a trance with her music as she expresses
herself and allows the audience to share in her joy, loss or longing.
A touchdown or goal is celebrated with a choice of moves, some synchronised
to resemble a Beyoncé repertoire and others the rendition
of the odd uncle's interpretation of Footloose whisky marinaded in
complimentary whisky.
In most instances we dance from a young age. I danced with my daughters
as I sang them to sleep. I danced with the ladies in an attempt to
woo them with flailing arms and sweat drenched hair. I slow danced
and tried to casually let gravity allow my seeking hands to discover the
bottom of beautiful ladies. I have danced in the rain and embarrassed
my girls by dancing in shopping centres.
So why Dancing with Divorce?
Well, dancing is not always done to celebrate life, it also serves to share,
cherish and remember periods or people we love or used to love. It's
about sharing, trying to forget and often reflecting on what ifs and
if only. My divorce was the same, it was a journey filled with sorrow,
sadness and heartbreak, yet it also celebrated friendship, family, compassion,
kindness and new beginnings. Part of the healing process was
learning to embrace each of the above, it was a journey of reflection,
acceptance and humbly accepting assistance and swallowing my pride.
To go from being someone who is used to giving and then having to
reverse the role and be the receiver was a bitter pill to swallow and it
was harder than the actual divorce. Knowing and having to accept that
you simply do not have the ability or the means to cope or provide for
yourself and your daughters is beyond explanation.
Sometimes in life you need to embrace that which threatens to destroy
you and in doing so be able to allow yourself to move forward...
