Whoa. Where has the time gone? I had so many things I wanted to write about, but time just slipped away from me. I was reading a biography on Fred Astaire that I wanted to talk about. I randomly found a man down in Charleston to teach me the Charleston and Lindy Hop — and he was amazing. My summer ended and I came back home to pick up with my dance instructor for a whirlwind series of lessons to get ready for a showcase this past weekend. What to write on? I think I’ll leave Fred for later … too much to discuss about him and his career. My brief stint in Lindy Hop land … maybe another time. Showcase can wait.
Let’s just chat, shall we? Recently, I’ve been reading some dancing blogs, watching some dancing shows, talking to my local dancing friends, and I’ve seen a lot of discouragement. I know why they show drama on TV as it helps the ratings. I imagine the blogging/Facebook world are just venting their emotional frustrations. My local dancing acquaintances are dealing with their own stress and frustration.
Dancing Friends, don’t be discouraged! Can I tell you that what you want is on the other side of fear. Fear is a great crippler. Go ahead, insert whatever it is that you’re struggling with in your dancing. For many of us, fear has shackled us. Is it how we look? How we think others judge us? Afraid to hurt our bodies? Afraid to fail? Afraid to succeed? Afraid of the truth? Afraid of embarrassing ourselves?
Well, the easy thing is just to quit. I’m sure most of us have thought about doing that at one time in our dancing lives. You know, you could just walk away from it all. That is an option. Dancing is not for the faint of heart. I think it’s especially frustrating for those of us who are trying to learn as adults. We must know why, why, why. Things we would have done without question as a child, we must now know why. We have another adult critiquing our every move and pushing us and we can feel inadequate. We go to a competition and there will always be someone else who looks incredibly beautiful and perfectly fit and dances like a goddess.
But, I think you should face your fear. Being brave happens with one small tiny step — it doesn’t mean there is absence of fear. That’s all it takes. You cannot put your head in the sand and hope things will fix themselves. Lift your head up. No more excuses. Face that fear. Do the next thing. Write down what you want in your dancing and what needs to happen for you to get it. Then, do one thing at a time. It’s great to have a support system, but in the end — you’re the one who must act.
But, I guess that’s all of life. Gotta go make my own list … later.