On stage. Lights dim. You can hear the crowd is restless with anticipation.
This is it.
This is what you have been training for the last couple of weeks. You feel the adrenaline of excitement pumping through your veins.
The music starts to play.
And a 5, 6, 7 ,8…
Life is sometimes like a dance: You have attended all the gruelling rehearsals, learned the choreography and cleaned the steps. The steps are in your body and mind – step, kick, turn, draaaaag, jump. The music plays moving your body with every beat.
And then the unforeseen happens…
You forget the moves…
You’ve been going over the possible conversation in your head for weeks now. What you would say. Her replies. Any questions she might have. Now the only thing left to do is to have the actual conversation. And there she is. Staring at you with those big innocent eyes. You swallow…
All your carefully selected words explaining the divorce to your 9 year old daughter is…gone. Vanished into thin air and you struggle to breath…
Sometimes it doesn’t matter how much preparation you have put into it. Or how many sleepless nights you have endured. When the moment finally comes to perform your prepared speech, dance or dialogue…you blank. And somewhere deep inside, you long to escape this moment. To disappear and go back to the safety of the “rehearsal room” to prepare some more.
But just like dancing, one has to learn how to improvise in moments where the music stopped playing. Where the conversation doesn’t entirely go the way you thought it would. Where there are emotions you have not embraced in your thoughts. In these moments, you have the ability to create something beautiful. To remain present and improvise.
Take a deep breathe. The curtains open. All eyes are on you.
And 5, 6, 7, 8...let the moment move you.