Instrumental music moves me. I don’t need words to pull feelings from the
shallows below the surface of my psyche.
The depth of conviction by the string section heightens the emotion that
wells up inside. The brass and reed
sections tame the threat of showers – counterbalancing the pull with push and
gradual blending until all sections are harmonizing the emotional continuum.
Why do I raise musical intonations
in today’s post? Isn’t rhythm part of
everyday life? You don’t have to
experience an orchestra to feel the staccato, crescendo, fortissimo, etc. of
life’s calls and answers.
You feel the situational draw of
every instance that engages you. Senses
awaken. You absorb and are either
nonplussed or moved with each extreme having degrees of engagement or
disengagement.
As I participate in meetings I
imagine each attendee plays a different instrument. There’s the loud and expressive (the brass),
the soft quiet one (the reed), the consensus builder (the guitar), the leader
of each segment of the conversation (the conductor). And this goes on until I’ve tagged each
person. The beauty of remembering this routine allows me to know what to expect
from each participant prior to the kickoff.
“What’s that got to do with
anything?”
Glad you asked. Life delivers interesting possibilities; how
interesting depends upon the extent of your imagination. Do you exercise the psychological muscles to
keep them supple? If not I believe you
will enjoy benefit if you did. Find a
way to engage productively and effectively.
It’s easy to hear things out of tune, off key and garishly askew. That’s your decision. But should you be unable to extract feelings,
value, encouragement, etc. from a gathering, why participate?
It’s a fair question to
consider. You owe it to yourself to make
the most of every waking moment. They
cannot be recaptured, reserved or stored.
Spend them wisely to build your worth and support nurturing growth to
which you are entitled.
The decision is yours. Remember that regret brings nothing positive
and will waste precious time pining away and yearning for bygone times. Today is yours. Tomorrow is promised to nobody but you can
place your reservation by your actions today.
Have a wonderful day.
Love and hugs, Nikki DiCaro
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