I am the queen of excuses –I don’t have time right now, I have a bad knee, zero abs, lots of knots in my back. I don’t want to address all the baggage that may resurface from my once-upon-a-time dancer life if I dare to attempt a plié. Besides, my kids need me, my renovation needs me. I’m past my prime. I can’t even arch my back.
But deep in the back of this head full of excuses was a growing desire to move my body, to dance and create like I did in the olden days. And that desire has fought its way to the forefront of my mental space and in 2021, the excuses just felt silly.
We were off to a playground in the desert when Josh grabbed the big camera I rarely use these days. “Hey, let’s create something!” he said. And after swings and slides and lots of potty breaks, my tiny toddlers sat on the ground beside their Papa with the camera. And catching a glimpse of their proud faces as my beloved audience, I moved past a lot of usual excuses and found my way to a port de bras.
It’s corny and cheesy and over the top, but it felt like magic.
Whatever your port de bras may be in life – painting, sewing, writing, crafting, singing – I hope there’s plenty of it happening in 2021. Even with lots of littles and bodies growing older and schedules demanding command over our souls, I hope you find a moment to create ever so often and not allow the excuses to win.
Happy port de bras-ing (that is now a word)!