I know people who sway with the greatest of ease. Hula hoops made their debut while I dawdled on the swings in third grade. Kids on my block counted those plastic revolutions until I got dizzy trying to keep up. Come to think of it, I fail at ALL categories of spinning. My friends rhapsodized about the fun of carnival rides until I couldn’t wait to try one. I rode my first in 5 grade, but it left me green and I truly woofed up my cookies. Yup, I suck at all spinning things.
Yet every one of us manages to dance our way around the sun, day in and day out. Some of us perform like a rapper with a caffeine buzz, while others waltz gracefully without breaking a sweat. As you correctly imagine, I never end up at the waltzing end of that continuum. I’m more the awkward spinner who never balances the hoop correctly and often sways madly trying to keep it from hitting rock bottom. And when I try spinning multiple hoops? Put 911 on speed dial. Really. One item at a time, please.
The gyrations of life sometimes leave me dizzy and disoriented. I offer you three simple remedies should you be more like me than you care to admit:
- First of all, determine your presence in this hula hoop contest we call life. More than showing up, commit to engage in the process, improving each day in spite of your lack of coordination. Realize every single person on the planet sways in a rhythm personalized by circumstance and respect those differences. Life=Swaying.
- Secondly, serve others. Today. This minute. Think of someone who needs your help and give it willingly. That small act of service in your corner of the world, done by folks all around the globe, keeps our planet-spinning hoops from hitting rock bottom. We all need a little timely help to keep the hoops swaying.
- And finally, set apart 5 minutes or more for introspection. This last step, most critical of all, helps you find your balance. Isaiah said it well: “Get thee up into the high mountain.” As you gain a better perspective, life makes more sense.
I like to believe that hula hoops don’t define me. I am more than the soul buffeted by swirling winds and dizzying life experiences. I once saw a documentary on the frenetic lifestyle of the Roaring Twenties, and witnessed a world spinning out of control. The crash was inevitable, but only because their hoops got so far out of whack. By showing up, serving others, and finding balance my crazy world spins under control. A hundred million of us all swaying in sync, keeps society’s crazy hoops from crashing. I may sway like a drunken sailor, but hey! I’m swaying. I remind myself every day, “Be the hoop! Just be the hoop!”