Last night, I tried something completely new for me, but an activity I've been wanting to try for a long time. Dance. Ballroom dance to be exact. It was my first dance class ever, and even though I was extremely nervous, I really enjoyed myself. Yes, I was one of the youngest students in the class, but it was a good reprieve. The lights and the music and the soft atmosphere was just a wonderful medicine for my addled brain. (addled is the word of the week).
My instructor was very welcoming and friendly, he never scolded and took my intense nerves in turn with him. The instructor was my partner now. He had us switch, and the other partners I had were so reassuring and did their best to make me feel relieved and calm. I think with more practice it'll be okay. I just really liked it. I always love to dance. It's usually just the chicken head bob as I do dishes or clean my apartment. I have very little rhythm.
My lovely instructor (Fred from Seacoast Ballroom) told me I think too much and as the follower, I didn't need to. I just needed to feel the movement, the moment, and follow. He said I needed to calm my tense shoulders and let the stress free itself from my body. He felt the tension in my whole body. He told me not to worry, that for the next forty-five minutes I didn't need to worry about the steps, the music, the movements, the beat. Just follow where his arms directed me. And that was the best thing I ever heard in my life. Sure, it was easier said than done, but for forty-five minutes, I could break from the rigid mold I put myself in so constantly. I didn't need to lead, I didn't to micro-manage or even manage. I just had to move my feet and stop tensing my legs. That was it. Maybe that's why dance has attracted me so much. Or maybe I'm just secretly turning into my mother (which isn't a bad thing, because my mother is damn fine). Anyway, back on track here. Just to have a period each week when I can drop my responsibilities, to just push the worries that inundate me to the back of my mind and follow blindly just put so much relief on my nerves it isn't funny. Seriously. Dance just got a whole lot more exciting. Not that I wasn't excited before. I like the freedom of it. The simple steps (since we only learned basic) are full of nice patterns. The music has a better beat to it, nothing crazy. Dance is just a simpler activity. Unlike running or other intense cardio I've been turning to, I felt really good afterwards but not as sweaty. Here's to sexy legs!
Vedo, ballo. mangio l'uva e te. io ho il panino.
There, that was also my random addative of Italian, just like I promised. Maybe I should start looking up Italian words for dance? Since I hope to continue with this new found hobby of mine.
My instructor was very welcoming and friendly, he never scolded and took my intense nerves in turn with him. The instructor was my partner now. He had us switch, and the other partners I had were so reassuring and did their best to make me feel relieved and calm. I think with more practice it'll be okay. I just really liked it. I always love to dance. It's usually just the chicken head bob as I do dishes or clean my apartment. I have very little rhythm.
My lovely instructor (Fred from Seacoast Ballroom) told me I think too much and as the follower, I didn't need to. I just needed to feel the movement, the moment, and follow. He said I needed to calm my tense shoulders and let the stress free itself from my body. He felt the tension in my whole body. He told me not to worry, that for the next forty-five minutes I didn't need to worry about the steps, the music, the movements, the beat. Just follow where his arms directed me. And that was the best thing I ever heard in my life. Sure, it was easier said than done, but for forty-five minutes, I could break from the rigid mold I put myself in so constantly. I didn't need to lead, I didn't to micro-manage or even manage. I just had to move my feet and stop tensing my legs. That was it. Maybe that's why dance has attracted me so much. Or maybe I'm just secretly turning into my mother (which isn't a bad thing, because my mother is damn fine). Anyway, back on track here. Just to have a period each week when I can drop my responsibilities, to just push the worries that inundate me to the back of my mind and follow blindly just put so much relief on my nerves it isn't funny. Seriously. Dance just got a whole lot more exciting. Not that I wasn't excited before. I like the freedom of it. The simple steps (since we only learned basic) are full of nice patterns. The music has a better beat to it, nothing crazy. Dance is just a simpler activity. Unlike running or other intense cardio I've been turning to, I felt really good afterwards but not as sweaty. Here's to sexy legs!
Vedo, ballo. mangio l'uva e te. io ho il panino.
There, that was also my random addative of Italian, just like I promised. Maybe I should start looking up Italian words for dance? Since I hope to continue with this new found hobby of mine.
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