Recently, a woman I’m coaching said to me “I like to dance with the happy people.”
I was tickled to hear this.
She told me she enjoys going to concerts and listening to live music. Her husband doesn’t like to dance, so she simply chooses to leave her seat and move to the side of the concert venue where other people are dancing and enjoying the music.
Of course, her husband is always welcome to join her with the other happy people. Or not. It’s his choice. Her happiness does not depend on his actions, nor does she need his permission or approval. She allows him to make his own choices about whether or not he wants to dance with the happy people.
What might happen if, in all of our day-to-day doings, we chose to dance with the happy people?
