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Life is going to stick feet in your way. That's part of the dance.

What you do with the information is up to you.

There's a time to be surprised, over and over and over again. Oh my God! A foot! In my way! That's surely the first time that's ever happened. How in the world am I going to get around it / over it / on with my journey? There's a time to feel like the foot is blocking your way, a time to resent the foot, a time to feel like the foot knows better than you do. There is a time to feel like you have to ask the foot's permission.

And then there is a time to outgrow all that and stop asking permission.

It's your dance and your life. Not the foot's.

Is the foot an obstacle, or an opportunity? How do you answer the challenge?

Is the foot an unfortunate impediment hampering your forward progress through life? Or is it much more than just a foot—is it attached to an entire other person and their own journey through life and their own dance? Responding to a foot in the way is boring—but fortunately, that's not what you're doing. It's not about the foot. It's about dances colliding and coming together in an exciting way. It's about responding to the energy of another human being: an unparalleled artistic opportunity. Maybe you agree, maybe you disagree, but you respond to the situation on your own terms and in your own time.

I've always liked chances to say, "...oh yeah?"

Feet in the way are chances to claim your own dance. To show the world exactly how you want to make your way through your own life. It's much easier to wait for others to tell you how you're supposed to respond and to wait for others to tell you how to move.

But easier isn't simpler. And easier isn't better. Nobody knows the real answer except you, and you do know it, if only you allow yourself to hear your own truth. The allowing...that's the hard part.

No one is going to give you permission to live your own life. You have to take it. You have to give yourself permission.

Your dance. Go live it.

Alejandra Gutty. Pancho Martinez Pey. El Adiós. Osvaldo Pugliese.