Shake your, um, broom.

There’s a man I see on my way to Panera. This is exceptional for at least two reasons.

1)      Panera is only three minutes away.

2)      The man is usually dancing with a broom and wearing a costume of some kind.

He’s not crazy, he’s the parking lot cleaner for the outdoor mall. I first saw him on Halloween and I thought the overalls and plaids and dance moves were a costume of sorts. But one night in the parking lot, I was treated to a solo of the moonwalk in the spotlight of my headlights.  He's no MJ but he gets serious spirit points.

I love this. A man dancing while he works. And he’s not an astronaut, president, world-class chef, or TV star. He’s just a normal man, with a normal job that he makes extraordinary one bust-a-move at a time.

I don’t want to get all deep and analogous…for once…except to say that it was a lovely reminder that life is what you make of it.

So today, I’m grateful for the man with the broom, for music, for dance—oh, how I’m grateful for dance—and for a job I enjoy. Even if the only one who gets to see me bust my workplace moves is Dirk the Blue Impala.