April 2019 – Reba Nietert

This morning, my day started off with a bang, courtesy of my two adorable children. Just as the sun began to rise, my firstborn declared, for the second time in as many weeks, “I am sick.” A quick check of her temperature confirmed her claim. As I comforted her, I heard my younger child’s voice piercing the air, “Zeus, our mischievous feline, has done it again! He’s caught another bunny!” Without hesitation, I rushed to the scene and saved the furry little creature, all the while lecturing it about the dangers of the outside world during the day. Alas, bunnies are not known for their listening skills.

But the chaos didn’t end there. My little angel, with her signature 13-year-old attitude, announced, “My phone is BROKEN AGAIN!” Incredulous, I replied, “Phones just don’t break!” She shot back, unyielding, “Well, mine did!” I let out a heavy sigh, feeling a wave of frustration wash over me. I plugged the phone into its charger, firmly instructing her to consider the device worthless and find another means of reaching out to her friends. Finally, I retreated to the sanctuary of my favorite armchair, craving the solace of that first sip of coffee.

Life’s twists and turns may test our patience, but they also present opportunities for growth and resilience. As I pondered these morning mishaps, it struck me that sometimes we need to find alternative paths to navigate the challenges thrown our way. Just like my daughter must now explore new methods of communication, we too can adapt and find creative solutions to the obstacles we face.

The phone abruptly interrupted the tranquility of my day. It was my husband, frustration palpable in his voice, tangled in yet another battle with the indulgent insurance company. He pleaded for my help in locating a crucial document. My heart tugged, for he is undoubtedly the greatest man I have ever had the privilege of knowing. And so, with a deep breath, I set forth on a mission to aid him, as always.

Yet, there are times when I feel the strain of his recurrent circumstances. When faced with challenges, whether pertaining to health, choices, or any other myriad factors, do we not hold the responsibility of forging our own path to rectify the situation? Should we not bear the burdens of our own circumstances? These weighty ponderings often lead to intricate arguments, as both partners contend with feelings of overextension, taking things for granted, or simply not paying attention. Such complexities are the essence of every relationship. Even mine, which, while wondrously close to perfection, is not exempt from such struggles.

Make no mistake, I count my blessings fervently. I steadfastly seek solace and favor in the divine grace of God, adhering to my maternal commandments as a devoted wife and mother. However, amid these roles and responsibilities, there are moments when I yearn for respite. Moments when I long to unravel the worries that ceaselessly revolve around my mind. Moments when I want to focus on myself, to indulge in the trivial luxuries of life, like having my hair elegantly styled or getting my nails meticulously manicured, without the constant interruptions that stem from my loved ones’ needs.

Still, I embrace my duties, knowing they are woven into the fabric of who I am. I navigate this delicate dance, finding the balance between selflessness and self-care. Though imperfect, my relationship thrives on the love and effort poured into its foundation. It is within this intricate web of responsibilities and desires that true growth and resilience reside.

In the grand tapestry of life, we are called to cherish and nurture our relationships, to stand by our loved ones through the tumultuous storms. And while the winds of responsibility may sometimes threaten to uproot our equilibrium, it is in these moments that we find strength, love, and the unwavering desire to make each day extraordinary.

Once upon a time last weekend, in a world where surprises lurk around every corner, I found myself faced with an unexpected opportunity. My friend, bless her adventurous soul, had invited me to audition for the Dallas Dance Follies for seniors. Can you believe it? Me, a brand new senior, dancing on stage in front of people? At first, it seemed like a ludicrous idea. I mean, does she even know me at all? But then it hit me. She knows me better than I thought. She was inviting me into her world, a world where the sheer joy of dance infects lives and brings boundless happiness.

In the past year, I’ve embarked on a journey to be more present, to live in the moment, and to embrace joy and happiness. And you know what? The more I’ve thrown myself into it, the more fun I’ve had. No longer stuck in the rut of my discontent, I’ve been striving to break free from my comfort zones and become the person I truly want to be. Picture this: a thriving, well-rounded individual, in tip-top physical condition, with a smile that can light up a room. That’s the vision I’ve been working towards.

So, with the fire of determination burning within me, I decided to take my friend up on her audacious offer and audition for the Dallas Dance Follies. Little did I know that the experience would surprise me in the most unexpected way. As I stepped into the audition room, memories of a time when dance consumed my every thought flooded back. Once upon a time, this was all I lived for. I was good, I was passionate, and I knew the rhythm of life through each graceful movement.

But, as fate would have it, I had lost touch with that mesmerizing art form. Time had slipped away, and with it went my dance abilities. In that audition room, I stumbled and faltered, feeling like a novice navigating uncharted territory. Yet amidst the missteps and forgotten routines, a spark ignited within me. I realized that this audition was more than just an opportunity to dazzle the judges with my dance prowess; it was a chance to rediscover my long-lost passion, to reignite the fire that had once burned so brightly.

So, regardless of the outcome, I danced with everything I had. The sheer joy of movement filled every inch of my being, reminding me why dance had captured my heart in the first place. And you know what? It didn’t matter that I wasn’t as polished as I used to be. What mattered was that I had taken that leap, pushed myself beyond my limits, and embraced the magic of dance once more.

As the audition came to an end, I couldn’t help but smile. Maybe this journey was about more than just joining the Dallas Dance Follies. Perhaps it was a reminder that life is full of surprises, that it’s never too late to chase our dreams and reignite our passions. So, my friends, join me on this whimsical adventure as we dance through life, embracing every step with childlike wonder and playful enthusiasm. After all, it’s never too late to find the rhythm that moves your soul.

Month: April 2019

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