I’m super honored to be writing over at Alek’s this morning for the Inspire Series on how a certain contestant on Dancing with the Stars has caused me to reevaluate the excuses I allow myself to believe.
It’s almost 7 o’clock on Monday night. I’m ready for work, snuggled into the couch with my laptop, and the TV tuned to ABC. Dancing with the Stars is coming on, and I’m a little more than excited to see how creative the pros have gotten for tonight’s show.
Every week I’m impressed, fresh and new. The routines are so fun, so unique, and sometimes so powerfully beautiful I find myself clapping right there in my living room, or wiping away tears that slide quietly down my cheeks.
It’s not just about the dancing for me, although that alone is reason enough to watch. It’s the contestants stories. What made them who they are. What led them to the dance floor. What obstacles they have to overcome each week to keep learning and growing and dancing.
In all the years I’ve watched, no season has been more inspiring than this one . . .