We spent our second rest day in a row here in Syracuse watching my nephew compete in the Central New York Feis, an Irish Dancing Competition. He crushed it placing in four of the six events that he chose to compete.
Killing it on the dancefloor.
I had never even considered the possibility of taking up Irish Dancing until today, but I caught myself thinking from time to time throughout the competition, “Can I do that?”
It looked challenging and graceful and fun.
“You’re way to old for Irish Dancing.”
“That’s what you told yourself about yoga, but once you started you wished you hadn’t waited for so long.”
“You’d just embarrass yourself.”
“Probably, but you said the same thing about walking and yoga until you started to practice. Were there some embarrassing bits? Sure, but seriously, no one is even really paying attention to you at all.”
The debate went on throughout the day, but in the end, I decided I didn’t have a reason not to give it a try once the walk is complete.
Irish Dancing here I come….at least for a lesson or two. That’s one of the things I’m loving about the pilgrimage. I’m getting to see, experience, and contemplate things that I never even considered. My life is becoming richer for it day after day. Thanks for the the inspiration, E! I had a great day!
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