What is it that causes people to settle for less: to be satisfied with the better, instead of pushing through to the best?

The question came about as I helped my mother launder a, much cherished, keepsake. Recently she had acquired her long lost christening gown; a hand-woven item painstakingly knit together in love, nearly sixty years ago. Although yellowed due to age, it was remarkably well preserved except for a few areas around the collar and hemline. Initially her thought was to send it to a drycleaner, but I convinced her to let me first have a go at it.

It was something I always wanted to do, but dreaded I would never have the chance to do. I mean really! How many men do you know that would ever want to learn ballroom dancing?

It was a fantasy birthed long ago during my teenage years. I can remember watching the old movies on television: gazing at Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers as they seemed to effortlessly float across the dance floor. Grace and elegance just appeared to be natural for those who could dance that way, and I wanted some. My only question was ‘How do you find a partner’?