Searching for a new rhythm

Life threw me some big changes, and I feel a bit out of whack. My mind and body have been performing a specific set of patterns for some time. Nine years for one project and twenty-two years for a career. Now the landscape I once danced in has been hit by a tornado and I find myself tripping over debris or not moving through a space once filled by an office building. Until my mind and body adjust to the new reality, perhaps it's too much to ask myself to come up with a new dance? I feel pressured by expectations [my own?] that I come up with a new pattern quickly, when what I really want to do is take some time to walk in my new world with care and attention. I want to trust that the new rhythm will naturally emerge when it is time.

The dancing man

With the wildest, swishing abandon I've seen anybody dance with on the sidewalks of New York City he twirls by. Have you seen him? He wears a baseball cap, tilted at a saucy angle, earphones piping something good to his brain. What he listens to is a mystery. It's impossible to miss him as he careers down the sidewalk, weaving and turning, repeating some phrase as a mantra. Is he crazy? Or is he just freakishly uninhibited? The stares and giggles I see on the street make me wonder if my inner desire to join in isn't shared. How do the more conventional see the line between crazy and creative? I want to dance on that line and prove it is completely sane.