Thursday, January 28, 2010
Following the Bread Crumbs
When I got home from YogaDance teacher training at the beginning of December, I made a couple of Big Decisions.
First, I decided that there was No Way I would even start to pursue the possibility of teaching and where and how and all of that until about April. I needed time, I told Marcy, to hone my craft, to get in better shape, to...to...whatever. I came up with lots of reasons for this timing.
Second, I decided that I was completely and utterly confused about my entire life.
It had changed rapidly in less than six months, and though I was positive that I had finally found my original essence and that I had, once and for all, pretty much defeated depression because of this (and I am being serious right there, but just right there), though I knew those two things, I knew Nothing Else.
I mean, now that I had found my Dancer self again, what next? What training should I go to next? Should I go back to college? Who would have me?!
On and on went the Diva's dramas.
Marcy told me, "Just do the next one thing that catches your fancy."
Marissa from my training said, "Just do the next thing...follow the bread crumbs."
Sure. Easy for them to say! They did not know the stress of all this change or the worries or the, the, the, well, they just had no clue what they were talking about.
But, of course, they did.
I signed up for ballroom dance. It caught my fancy. It had years ago, really, and we now had a friend I could go with, with whom I felt comfortable.
It turned out the ballroom dance class was in a Dance Studio. Imagine that!
I got a brilliant, bright idea (self mockery is fun after the fact): I could talk to the studio owner about renting some practice space so I would have more room to do my own thing. I needed to be able to expand and explore movement...for myself.
I went to class.
The studio owner said, "You've danced before...obviously."
The next thing I knew I was yakking away about YogaDance and how I was a certified teacher.
"Let's talk!" She said.
As if it were that easy, said my Diva, it simply cannot be this easy.
But it was and it is and here I am, showing you my poster for my first public classes that will begin on March 4th -- an auspicious day since it is the day before Marcy's birthday.
What I am learning about loving your life and trusting in the process is that things happen and things turn out and picking up one bread crumb just naturally leads to the next.
(If you click on the poster, it should get HUGE and very readable!)