What a marvelous day. Of course I am never happy with my performance. It seems nerves get the best of me. Ballroom dance is a passion of mine, and twice a year the studio I attend holds performances to showcase their students and teachers. Today was the Spring Showcase and I performed a Viennese Waltz with my fantastic instructor. The song, "These arms of mine" from Dirty Dancing, circa 1987.
I've always been a Patrick Swayze fan for several reasons. His dance, his acting and his long term marriage to his wife Lisa. Sad was the day the world lost this wonderful soul.
Dance, for me, is an outer expression of my innermost heart and soul and is the one thing that keeps me sane throughout any adversity in my life. When I step foot on the dance floor, whether in practice, performance or competition everything, and I mean everything, else on my mind disappears. In performance whatever I hold in my heart speaks through my body.
Now, of course, it doesn't always speak so well. I may feel like Ginger Rogers and actually look like, the nutty professor. Okay, I'm exaggerating. I am told I do quite well, but for me it's never good enough. Never enough expression, sure footedness, balance, proper frame; all that try to stay relaxed. Oh I could go on and on. See, how in the world could you possibly think of anything else when there is so much to learn. It has always been a dream of mine to be able to dance eight hours a day but, alas, I am no professional. My life didn't take that turn. so now, I just do the best I can and love every minute of it.
Dancers continually have to practice the basics no matter what level of dancer. They have a saying, "Just when we thought we learned it and got it down, it's back to square one to start learning all over again." It's not about reaching the goal of perfection. It's about the journey. Hmm, if I know anything, seems like it parallels life and relationships.
I've always been a Patrick Swayze fan for several reasons. His dance, his acting and his long term marriage to his wife Lisa. Sad was the day the world lost this wonderful soul.
Dance, for me, is an outer expression of my innermost heart and soul and is the one thing that keeps me sane throughout any adversity in my life. When I step foot on the dance floor, whether in practice, performance or competition everything, and I mean everything, else on my mind disappears. In performance whatever I hold in my heart speaks through my body.
Now, of course, it doesn't always speak so well. I may feel like Ginger Rogers and actually look like, the nutty professor. Okay, I'm exaggerating. I am told I do quite well, but for me it's never good enough. Never enough expression, sure footedness, balance, proper frame; all that try to stay relaxed. Oh I could go on and on. See, how in the world could you possibly think of anything else when there is so much to learn. It has always been a dream of mine to be able to dance eight hours a day but, alas, I am no professional. My life didn't take that turn. so now, I just do the best I can and love every minute of it.
Dancers continually have to practice the basics no matter what level of dancer. They have a saying, "Just when we thought we learned it and got it down, it's back to square one to start learning all over again." It's not about reaching the goal of perfection. It's about the journey. Hmm, if I know anything, seems like it parallels life and relationships.
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