Dancing

I’ve just finished the book “Courage to be Disliked”.

The book has knocked me on my ass in the best way, and I sincerely appreciate the teachings of Adlerian

psychology that I hope to adapt to my own life. One of the closing messages in the book was viewing the individual

moments and interests in our lives as a dance. We can enjoy each moment as a dance, and some dances we will perform

only once or twice before moving onto new things that life introduces to us. Other dances we will perform for the

rest of our lives, and perhaps we will become so lost in those dances that we will find ourselves in new careers.

I have those types of thoughts related to my project with music, but I don’t want to think about possible future careers.

It’s my duty, that is the duty of happiness, to shine a light on the here and now.

My duty is to dance and enjoy this dance that I’m doing now, and as long as I keep dancing,

the unknowable future will be one that I enjoy.

Anyways, I am not in a mood to dance the dance of music today, and I wasn’t for most of yesterday.

I am in the mood to dance the dance of books, reading and the fantastic world of the printed page.

I danced the literary dance a lot as a kid, but reading was kidnapped from my life as a form of enjoyment

somewhere between disassociating with video games and the utilitarian approach to books i adopted in college.

But today I am back to books as a dance.

And while I can’t pinpoint each moment that contributed to this rediscovery,

I feel a big debt of gratitude to the Oshkosh Public Library’s “Not Your Classic Bookclub” bookclub,

and everyone who shared with me 1) what they were reading, but much more importantly

2) the profound meaning and joy they inherited from reading.

Thank you OPL!