being yourself

I attended a wedding recently, and sat at a table with some very old friends, male friends, from my previous life.

It was a nice time to catch up with everyone and to enjoy dancing to a surprisingly appealing choice of music from decades ago, with a few more modern but nevertheless upbeat tunes mixed in.

As happens in large gatherings, conversations flowed among the group, involving changing sub-groups as the night wore on. When I wasn’t included, I was only too happy to scoot onto the dance floor and dance by myself, letting my heart soar with the energizing beat. I even asked one of my lonelier-looking guy friends to dance at one point.