Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Dance Dance Dance
I had dance class last night, which was a nice break from working, or thinking about work, or dreaming about work (I'm up against a deadline so work is big on my mind right now). I'm surprised by how much I look forward to class, I didn't realize it was going to be this much fun. Of course, part of me is just looking forward to having a big floor to practice on, as practicing at home gets a little old since we don't really have the space (taking baby steps on a carpet is different from shakin' your thang on a dance floor). My teacher's pretty cool and she's very encouraging, which I can use right about now.
I tend to get a little frustrated with myself sometimes...actually, a LOT frustrated. And I should know better. My problem is that I'm kind of a perfectionist about some things and I want to do them right, not look like a retarded goat. One thing we've noticed is that I tend to be counting my way through the routines rather than just letting go and dancing. On the other hand, I do smile during my lessons, which she says is pretty rare.
Part of me wishes I was doing better. Another part of me steps in and say, "you just started 2 months ago, you're not going to look like your friends who are professional dancers just yet." And a third part chimes in and says, "maybe you should have started this, oh, about 25 years ago." Then again, I'm not sure hip hop existed then, so really, it's not my fault. I usually tell that third part to shut the hell up, 'cuz it doesn't help to say "you should have" done something in the past.
The reality is, I'm doing great for someone who just started. Must...keep...telling...myself...that.
What I really want to do is unleash my "right brain," the artistic side of me that I know (hope?) is buried inside. I've got the whole "analytical left brain" thing down pat, to the point that I'm sick of it. I want to know that there's a freer, more artsy part of me that's scrabbling on the walls trying to get out. I'm a little scared to think that maybe that artsy part doesn't exist.
Whoa, that got a little deeper than intended. Methinks I should just go dance wit' my homies. Word.
I tend to get a little frustrated with myself sometimes...actually, a LOT frustrated. And I should know better. My problem is that I'm kind of a perfectionist about some things and I want to do them right, not look like a retarded goat. One thing we've noticed is that I tend to be counting my way through the routines rather than just letting go and dancing. On the other hand, I do smile during my lessons, which she says is pretty rare.
Part of me wishes I was doing better. Another part of me steps in and say, "you just started 2 months ago, you're not going to look like your friends who are professional dancers just yet." And a third part chimes in and says, "maybe you should have started this, oh, about 25 years ago." Then again, I'm not sure hip hop existed then, so really, it's not my fault. I usually tell that third part to shut the hell up, 'cuz it doesn't help to say "you should have" done something in the past.
The reality is, I'm doing great for someone who just started. Must...keep...telling...myself...that.
What I really want to do is unleash my "right brain," the artistic side of me that I know (hope?) is buried inside. I've got the whole "analytical left brain" thing down pat, to the point that I'm sick of it. I want to know that there's a freer, more artsy part of me that's scrabbling on the walls trying to get out. I'm a little scared to think that maybe that artsy part doesn't exist.
Whoa, that got a little deeper than intended. Methinks I should just go dance wit' my homies. Word.
