Day 15: A third best thing

Skipping.  Skipping is a best thing for me.  Sometimes I skip because I’m feeling sad and want to try to change my perspective a bit.  It’s harder to be sad when you’re skipping.  Not impossible, but harder. 

Skipping is a lifter for me; it makes me feel lighter and less care-caged.  There are lots of long, open corridors in our office, and when I turn a corner into one and there’s no one there, it just seems like an invitation.  If I’ve been very busy or if I’m feeling low, skipping down that corridor brings me back into myself.

But sometimes I skip because I already feel light, and it’s the appropriate response to that.  Like loving people is an appropriate response when you recognize that Big Love (or the Universe or God or whatever you call it) loves you.  Skipping feels like a body way to express that love … or maybe joy … or maybe just a time when life was fresher and less fraught.

I’ve raised a skipper, too.  I didn’t realize it until fairly recently, but my girl enjoys a good skip as much as I do.  On a recent trip to Auburn, she and I skipped down the ramp from the nosebleeds at Jordan-Hare stadium to the sound of the marching band playing the fight song.  The bobble on the top of my hat flopped along to the beat of the skip.  My girl was right beside me.  It was a best thing.