We’ve been doing A LOT of house projects lately. When I say a lot…I mean A LOT—new roof, new septic, new paint on ceilings and most of the upstairs level. I think you get the idea. I feel like I am on an episode of House Makeover and I’m living in the makeover. To say that it creates some chaos and feelings of being unsettled is an understatement.
One day I found myself moving around bins, side stepping piles, zig zagging around furniture and the next thing I knew, I had a little dance step going. I even added some music to the movement and I told my husband—I’m dancing in the gap. The gap of what it is now to what we want it to be. He gave me “the look” but I didn’t care. I kept dancing anyway. I mean, if there is going to be this amount of “undone” happening, why not dance in and with it?
How many times have you experienced this—the time period of where you are now to where you want to be? What if we called these moments, “dancing in the gap?”
The longer I live life, the more I realize that most things never feel done. I realize that some things get done, like the end of the movie or baseball game…and yet, how many things in life are never really done? I look at my work projects. I may complete a task, but there is always another one waiting. I am always creating ways to do things better or with more depth. When I think about dancing in the gap, I notice a few things. One is that I am much more creative. This creativity keeps me from getting stuck.
The second thing I notice is that I always know there is more to come—possibilities. I like possibilities and opportunities. It reminds me my work on Earth is not done yet.
A third realization is that I’m not alone in this concept. There are a lot of us dancing in the gap. What if we normalized this a little more instead of pretending everything is perfect, tidy and wrapped in a shiny bow?
My fourth realization is that my dancing has evolved. Instead of fighting the gap, I’m embracing it, dancing with it and noticing the gifts here rather than focusing on the “below the line” happening. My focus matters.
