I was at the library story time with my son the other day, it was not our usual story time, instead it was a kid's rock concert. There was a blind boy there. He couldn't have been more than 3 or 4 and he was sitting in the front row. Clearly a fan of the band he new every word to the songs.

I watched as the little boy stood right by the stage and danced his heart out. I thought about the basics of being blind. Just the problem of balance while dancing. I also thought about the freedom he must feel. He wasn't worried about what others around him were thinking. He simply enjoyed the show as best he could.

What if I were blind? What would I stop worrying about? What would matter less?

What burden would I drop if I wasn't preoccupied with how I looked to those around me?