The last couple of days have not been so easy on the work front. It happens to everyone on occasion. I was determined to get up this morning with enthusiasm and excitement for the opportunity I have to positively impact the lives around me.
But instead I hear my own voice saying, "blah blah blah...whatever" accompanied by a really big eye roll.
In the car on my way to work this morning I was flipping through radio stations trying to find something to lighten the mood. I tried the Christian radio station for some divine encouragement and got, "this is SRN news." Nope...not gonna work. I tried the morning show on mix. They were talking about some undergarment contraption that lifts your tooshie (I can't say butt...my mother reads this blog...but look mom, I attempted to listen to Christian music!). That wasn't going to work either.
I hit the scan button and what to my wandering ears should I hear...
Dancing queen, young and sweet only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
I smirked just a little. Then...I glanced over at the car next to me on 71 Hwy. The driver was wearing a muscle shirt and looked exactly like Jesse Ventura. Could it be? Yes ladies and gentlemen there he was with all the excitement and enthusiasm I couldn't find...singin' along with every word.
You can dance
You can jiiive
Having the time of your liiiife
See that girl, watch that scene
Dig in the dancing queen
So here's to you Mr. Dancing Queen. I'm happy for you. You dance and jive your little heart out...right there in your car for everyone to see.
You made me smile for a moment. I hope a moment is all I needed.
But instead I hear my own voice saying, "blah blah blah...whatever" accompanied by a really big eye roll.
In the car on my way to work this morning I was flipping through radio stations trying to find something to lighten the mood. I tried the Christian radio station for some divine encouragement and got, "this is SRN news." Nope...not gonna work. I tried the morning show on mix. They were talking about some undergarment contraption that lifts your tooshie (I can't say butt...my mother reads this blog...but look mom, I attempted to listen to Christian music!). That wasn't going to work either.
I hit the scan button and what to my wandering ears should I hear...
Dancing queen, young and sweet only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
I smirked just a little. Then...I glanced over at the car next to me on 71 Hwy. The driver was wearing a muscle shirt and looked exactly like Jesse Ventura. Could it be? Yes ladies and gentlemen there he was with all the excitement and enthusiasm I couldn't find...singin' along with every word.
You can dance
You can jiiive
Having the time of your liiiife
See that girl, watch that scene
Dig in the dancing queen
So here's to you Mr. Dancing Queen. I'm happy for you. You dance and jive your little heart out...right there in your car for everyone to see.
You made me smile for a moment. I hope a moment is all I needed.
