At Last…

“At Last, my love has come along,” and no, I am not talking about Costco bringing back samples to try as I peruse the aisles.  Although that was definitely a high point for me this month.

 At Last by Etta James is the song that played when I found myself in an awkward and slightly ironic situation last weekend at yet another wedding.  Watch out Katherine Heigel, I’m coming for your 27 dresses. More to the point though, I crush it at weddings, some people are great at their jobs, or guitar, but I am great at weddings.  

The dance floor is my happy place. To clarify I am insanely confident on the dance floor, but that confidence does not in any way translate to competence. I personally think that is key to my success, I am just having a good time and incredibly approachable thanks to my lack of rhythm.

 To demonstrate how approachable I really am, I was at a wedding a couple of years ago and was so popular on the dance floor that I got invited to another wedding because of it.  Sometimes this backfires though and when I try to get the dancing started no one joins me.  Once I did a waltz-like dance completely by myself because everyone I asked to dance turned me down.  So, I did what any awkward and stubborn person would do and I grasped the air around me like it was a 6 foot two male and slow danced on the stage to the instrumental version of Ed Sheeran’s “Thinking Out Loud. “

 To answer the obvious question, yes this was indeed as pathetic as it sounds.

 I share this to say, I am used to these situations and they rarely have an impact on me.  However, I was not ready for the situation at the wedding last weekend.  I had just finished an epic interpretive dance to Bohemian Rhapsody and was ready to continue with the high energy when the DJ went rogue and turned on Etta James. 

 The word betrayal comes to mind…

 Anyway, listening to the first line, I felt hopeless.  No, my love has not come along, thank you for the reminder.  So instead of dancing with the air like I had in the past, I turned my “At Last” moment into an “At Least” mindset. 

At least the cake was just served.

At least it’s an open bar.

At least my cousin has good looking friends to flirt with.

And most importantly, at least I didn’t settle.  

So next time you find yourself upset about something you can’t really control, turn your “At Last” into an “At Least.”