Throwback [Thursday] to that time my co-workers and I stumbled upon Latin Night at a bar in Philly, only to realize I was the only one who couldn’t dance (in general but especially to Latin music). Still, there was something deeply liberating about my bashful attempt to dance with two left feet. That night was a subtle reminder that mediocrity can be just as powerful as excellence. And maybe excellence isn’t exactly what we perceive it to be or what the Merriam-Webster dictionary says: eminently good – standing above others. Maybe excellence is meant to be measured by levels of happiness rather than a comparison to others.
Although we’re just inching into the season, the fall foliage is once again adding its colorful touch to the beauty around us. Amongst the beauty, I’m learning to identify and appreciate my subtle strengths, like bringing people together and embracing my awkward moves. At Latin Night, dancing alongside a duo that made “Suavemente” look suave AF, I felt happy, and with that, came excellence.
I don’t always give myself enough credit. I consistently seek to pretty up my work resume while failing to recognize that my personal resume is equally important. Finding a deeper motive in life involves identifying factors that not only bring you joy, but that also makes you jive. While I’m still figuring out the pieces to sculpt a passion unbeknownst to me, I’m practicing patience and surrounding myself with people that can already dance.
Hawaiian Princess Pieces 