Lunch time. I pushed my desk away and started for the cafe. The one everyone was talking about at the other end of campus that sold the cheesy, saucy personal pizza. I could smell every cardboard box that walked by me and now it was my turn.
I’d never been to this cafe. All I had were some vague directions offered by a coworker. That was good enough. A direction to head.
Every step of that six minute journey began with a lean forward that put me into small fall that my next step would catch me in. Weight shifting from left to right, as though the way forward was through a series of minor detours. Dodging people, maneuvering through crowds.
An effortless dance. No fear. Just vision and choice and action.