It’s been quite some time since I posted my original “Dance To What Is,” blog post. Results Communications & Research is almost 10 years older than it was at that time. Impossible to believe! But, it is very believable to me that I’m still using the phrases “dancing to what is,” and “dance to what is,” because those phrases describe how I always try to live my life, no matter how much time passes.
I often say the “Cobblers’ Kids Have No Shoes,” which means, sometimes, our Boston digital marketing agency/SEO company is so busy helping organizations of all shapes and sizes with their marketing, we are forced to neglect our own a bit. But, I witnessed something so powerful during a subway ride home to the South Shore from Boston this week, that I just had to make the time to write about it while the experience was still very fresh in my mind.
A Great Example Of Making The Most Of Whatever Situation You Find Yourself In
I had the great pleasure of witnessing someone “dance to what is,” both literally and figuratively. I’m tearing up as I type this because the “dancer” gave me a HUGE gift, and I hope somehow, some way this blog post finds its way to her and that I can do justice to the beautiful energy which emanates from her. But we’ll get to her story in a little bit…
I had headed into Boston from Braintree yesterday afternoon to meet some friends for a dinner to celebrate both my birthday (a birthday that occurred earlier in the month) and another friend in our group’s birthday. In order to meet my friends, I had to take two trains — the Red Line from Braintree to Boston, and then, the Green Line from Boston to Chestnut Hill (Brookline/Newton area). Unbeknownst to me, the Green Line trains were not running and they were bussing people instead to the many locations served by the MBTA’s (Boston’s subway system’s) Green Line. I couldn’t catch a bus or a Lyft in time to get out to Chestnut Hill to meet my friends. The traffic in Boston’s Copley Place area was just so congested because of the bussing, and particularly so, because it was rush hour, and everyone who didn’t want to be bussed had probably snatched up all the available Lyft rides.
Making Lemonade From Lemons
Instead of feeling angry and upset, I decided to stay upbeat, i.e., to “dance to what is.” To just focus on my having the opportunity to walk around the City on a nice late-fall night, take advantage of viewing holiday lights, window displays, and decorations, do a little shopping, and treat myself to a nice dinner at “Back Deck” on West Street, which by the way was quite yummy and has a great atmosphere!
I was proud of my ability to “dance to what is” and make the best of the situation I found myself in. It would have been so easy to get really cranky about all the transportation glitches and my missing out on seeing great, life-long friends.
But, my ability to dance to what is pales in comparison to the “dancing to what is” superstar I teased you about above and whom I’m about to describe. After my dinner and shopping, I jumped on the Red Line at Boston’s Downtown Crossing station to head back to Braintree. Note that you can grab a Red Line train from that station that goes to Braintree, or you can grab one that goes to the Ashmont neighborhood in Dorchester. If you’re overtired and don’t check the signage on trains coming thru, you can end up on the wrong train. Believe me, I’ve done it several times, for the aforementioned reason.
The train car in which I found myself was only moderately crowded and I ended up sitting across from a beautiful young woman with exotic features. I don’t know exactly how old she was. I’m guessing late teens or early 20’s. A woman whom I believed to be her grandmother eventually came to sit next to her, but originally, this young woman was sitting by herself. She was wearing headphones, and it was obvious that she was very engaged with whatever she was listening to on her device. Every once in a while, she would shout out with joy. There is no other way to describe her affect than to say she was “sparkly/sparkling.” Her eyes just expressed so much happiness and excitement. Every once in a while, she would startle me with her squeals of joy about something. Her grandmother reminded her to quiet down because she saw that initially her granddaughter’s unexpected outbursts were startling me, but I told her grandmother, not to worry. That it was great to see someone so “happy.”
Dancing To Your Own Beat
Eventually, the girl got up from her seat and started dancing to the music she was listening to. She didn’t care what anyone thought about her dancing in the middle of a subway car, and just continued to show great joy via her eyes and her smile. Of course, I smiled back. In response to my sharing with her grandmother that it was great to see someone so “happy,” the young woman shared with me that she is always “very positive.”
When I was getting off the train in Braintree (the last stop on the Braintree line, of course), I saw they were not getting off. I asked something like “are you heading back in the other direction?” and they just responded “yes,” but as I headed off the train, the young woman with great energy repeated to me numerous times “stay warm,” and kept flashing her beautiful smiles and eyes at me. I don’t know why these two fellow “T” riders didn’t get off the train at the last stop, but I’m guessing they erroneously got on the Braintree vs. Ashmont line, and had to head back into Boston to transfer over to that other line. Other people who had made such a mistake would have ranted and raved while on the wrong line, and then, ranted and raved if asked if they had to reverse their commute. But, there was none of that negative thinking or talk from these two women. They just continued to “dance to what is.”
I will forever remember how this young woman literally and figuratively danced to what is on a cold November night on the Red Line!
I’d love to hear stories from my readers about how you danced to what is, or about “dancing to what is” superstars you’ve had the pleasure to meet or know!