Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Being Brave & Finding Bliss in the Ballroom
(That's just a little photo update of the growing Toby kitten, who is now just over 3 months old.)
Monday night, I did something totally big!
My word of the year magic is already working. When you put a word and concept out into the world in a public manner, it has a way of holding you accountable.
Things I would normally knee-jerk react to in the negative, I have to rethink. That rethinking usually then leads to me pushing myself in new directions.
Which I did on Monday night.
How many times did I almost back out with a thousand excuses?
I don't like being touched... it seems way too intimate and I have serious boundaries.
It's just beginner's level...what could that possibly do for me?
I won't like it and then I'll have to stop after starting and I hate letting people down.
I don't want to leave the house.
A typical litany for me.
But my word is Embody and I promised myself after my YogaDance teacher certification that I would keep trying new things, keep challenging my body, keep pushing my spirit to grow.
Finally, Monday night came and I hadn't backed out.
I was a ball of nerves so I danced in the privacy of our home until I was dripping sweat. Then I got ready.
The one thing I was already excited about was the new shoes. New shoes make me happy, and these had 2 inch heels. And t straps. They feel sassy. (Alas there is no glitter -- not yet anyway.)
Our friend came -- the one who very surreptitiously got me to do this -- and we were off.
To Ballroom Dance classes -- two in a row, Rumba and Salsa.
As usual, pushing myself paid off. I had the most marvelous time, and I learned a lot -- and I'm not referring to the dance steps, though there was that.
I learned, for the millionth time, that Dancer is my most basic nature, so it doesn't matter what the dance is, what the level is. I get out of it what I put into it.
I learned that it's not so scary to dance with another human and that it's okay for my physical boundaries to be pushed on a wee bit. (I come from a traditional jazz/modern/ballet type background, and it's me, the stage, and the audience. This one on one partner thing is rather new for me.)
I learned, yet again, that a group of people moving to music -- no matter their abilities -- is a happy group of people.
I learned that if I follow my instincts and tell my excuse-filled brain to just "Shut up!" that the outcome is always positive.
Besides having a glorious time and learning something new, I also made more connections to help with my Dream Decree.
What a night!
Is there something in your life that your instincts say "yes" to, but your brain is listing the reasons to say "no?"