If someone had told me two years ago that I’d nearly be spinning in circles on my head, swinging around a pole, getting jazzy with it, or frequenting a fitness based Caribbean reggae dance class three-four times a week by the year 2013, i would have laughed in their face. Two years ago, I was the girl who walked out of Zumba classes because she couldn’t follow the steps of the instructor and felt too embarrassed to go on. Two years ago, I was the girl who judged herself against the professional dancers and professional fitness instructors in infomercials who appeared flawless. Two years ago, I was the girl who didn’t give herself a chance to last through a dance class because she had given up before she had even stepped up.
The truth is that long before those Zumba classes, I had deemed myself incapable of breaking it down to a steady beat. I had thrown in the towel. I was ready to enroll in therapy for the choreographically challenged–to stand up and say–no wait–YELL, “Hello, my name is Libby and I can’t dance.”
What I didn’t realize two years ago was that by not giving myself a fair shot–or the classes themselves a fair shot, I was holding myself back. And the truth is that too often, that’s what we do: We give up amazing opportunities before we even give them a chance, and in the end we only hold ourselves back.
So what exactly was I holding myself back from? I was holding myself back from learning to love dance–I was holding myself back from learning to love the way my body moves when I just let it–I was holding myself back from being free and I was holding myself back from…well…put simply–I was holding myself back from learning. And I LOVE learning. I always have.
I recently had an epiphany, and when I say epiphany, I mean a full-on lightbulb popped over the head, type of epiphany.
As I swung left, and stutter stepped right in a class last week, I realized:
“Oh my goodness. Dance has taught me a lot this year…and by a lot…I mean: Dance could be a life coach.”
The epiphany itself nearly knocked me off my feet.
So after class I decided to sit and compile the five biggest lessons that dance has taught me not just in terms of dance…But also in terms of the bigger picture: Life. After reading through, I hope you’ll share some of your favorite life lessons you’ve learned through the activities you’re most passionate about.
1. No one is judging you. Well-Okay maybe one person is. And that’s you. But you shouldn’t be. Getting to the class in the first place is something to be proud of. Getting up and out to do ANYTHING you set your mind to is something to be proud of, especially when the weather–or our moods–or our mind is telling us otherwise.
2. There isn’t an exactness to everything you do. In dance, if the teacher is getting her JLO on and you want to get your Beyonce on during a booty shake then by all means get your Beyonce on. Or men if you want to shake it like Michael when the teacher’s getting down like JT–then just do it. Add YOUR flavor. Just whatever you do–own it. Same goes for life: Own EVERYTHING you do–and never–EVER–stop.
3. Do it wrong. So I cheated on this one. I took this lesson from not just dance class but acting class as well. Do it all wrong. We learn from our mistakes. Our muscles learn from our mistakes. And questions are okay – no wait–they are great. Sure, teachers love flash mobs of amazingness but they don’t teach so that perfectionists come in. They teach because they want people to learn, they want people to get excited about being imperfect sometimes, they want people to embrace their passion. Part of the fun of a class –ANY class– is working your way up. Part of the fun of any challenge you take on in life is getting knocked down and feeling the sense of pride in getting back up.
4. “When you assume. You make an a…” We all know the saying. We can’t judge a class–or a situation in life– before we even step foot in it. Not only does it reinforce any stereotypes or preconceived notions we have about the class/activity/event, but it also holds us back from possibly finding something we are truly passionate about. Prior to the hobby year, not only had I convinced myself that I wasn’t a dancer–but I had convinced myself I wasn’t fit for group classes at all–that I didn’t fit the “look.” You know the “look” I am talking about–the look it seems that all the people have who participate in infomercials for the latest Zumba videos or aerobics dvds. The men are shirtless and ripped; the women are in sports bras and spandex–chiseled. That belief I concocted from stupid infomercials was wrong. In each and every dance class I’ve participated in this past year, people of all sizes and of all attire are taking part. People of all sizes and all attire are having a really amazing time. I choose to rock my college field hockey shorts and a white T. Cause that’s comfy–and cause that’s me. (And sometimes me –and sometimes comfy is a tiger suit–see last picture on the page).
5. The most important lesson of ALL. Just freaking dance like no one is watching. Please, I beg you. Refer back to number 1: no one is watching. The world is a wide open dance floor just waiting for you to dance on through, to make your art–to make your life. So go on. Yes YOU…YOU and even YOU.. Dance. Dance. Dance.
Motivation, expressed in words, to explore thyself! Well done Libs! Always insightful and thought -provoking. You’re the best!
🙂 Thanks so much. So glad the sunglasses are on their way to you!!!! Enjoy!
“…just waiting for you to dance I through…”
a poem or kids book waiting to happen in your future? I love it.
thank you for writing this beam of light. a little message to tell me in a whisper, “woman, keep going…”
as a dance teacher who teaches in people’s homes and a Zumba instructor who prefers teaching the golden oldie crowd, I do what I do to maybe help even one person dance like no one’s watching, to mess up regularly which I call “mistaking”, and to quit saying you don’t know how to dance and just have fun and dance! amen sister.
Hi Stephanie! Thanks for the comment, and thank you for sharing your passion with others. I have grown to greatly appreciate the teachers I have had this past year in dance and in each of the hobbies because of that very similar positive. motivational, glowing, and helpful attitude they all have, that you carry out in your own classes. And I love, love, love the word “mistaking”–it sounds like it could be it’s own dance step in itself ;).
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