Counting or Dancing

"Don't count the hours, but make the hours count."

I think that's something like living for the moment instead of always wishing to be somewhere else, not longing for things to change so life will be "better".

Some days it works. Some days it doesn't.

Yesterday was a chilly, gloomy, very rainy day! I was not in the mood to work. All I wanted to do was go home, cuddle up in a blanket, munch on popcorn and watch a good movie. I mentioned this to my co-worker and then that was all we could think/talk about for the rest of the day. Work just didn't seem to have any appeal. I was counting the hours alright - the hours till I could finally go home!

I'm sure I've mentioned this song before but I REALLY DO LIKE IT so I'll mention it again. It's the song, "I Hope You Dance" by Lee Ann Womack. I'm not very good at dancing. I feel like I have 2 left feet. I step on toes. I stumble and fall. Sometimes I just sit on the floor and weep. I don't even FEEL like trying again. What's the use?????? But then someone comes along. He tenderly looks at me, stretches out his hand and asks me to dance again. I say, "I can't!" He says, "You can! I will help you. You'll be glad you did."