I am a huge So You Think You Can Dance fan. It’s true. Sure, I’m all for American Idol. But lately AI just doesn’t quite do it for me anymore. I think that the big difference between the two comes down to this: just about everyone thinks they can sing. Most people KNOW they can’t dance. So the talent level is generally really high on Dance. And I’d much rather watch talented dancers than half-talented singers any day of the week. At the same time, it makes me realize I’m too old to ever do anything like that.
When I was little, I was horribly shy. So by the time I was 3 years old, my parents put me in dance class to try and get me to overcome this little issue. I loved it. But I was one of those kids, by the time I was 6, I was doing dance, gymnastics, music lessons, baton lessons (yes, I can twirl the baton), and swim lessons in the summertime. It became too much for my then-pregnant mother to keep up with, and I was told I had to get rid of one of my activities. Reluctantly, I gave up my dance lessons, because my teacher was leaving my dance school.
As I got older, I regretted that decision. I was never a gymnast’s build, and I gave up swimming in high school for theater. But I always wanted to get back into dance. I ended up on my high school’s colorguard (see examples here and ask me if you want to know more). It was great fun, great friends, and amazing opportunities for leadership and teamwork.
As an adult, I’ve struggled with finding something that is me, beyond work and family. Something for me that is mine – my stress relief, my fun, my therapy. For some, it’s shopping. For others, it’s working out. In my newly christened “mom” body, I’ve discovered not only the need for a little “me” time, but also the need to get back into shape and feel like a woman again. And while there are a ton of things that I love to do, Dance has inspired me to get back into my first favorite activity.
So I found a local dance studio, that teaches adult classes. True adult classes. Not those 12 years old and up classes. Because the last thing I want to do is feel like an idiot with some pre-pubescent size zero laughing at me. The problem is, I haven’t quite gotten up the guts to go yet. I’m not sure why. I can always find a reason not to go — I want to hang out with the kids (except the classes I want to go to are after bedtime), I’m tired, I can’t afford it. But I need to kick myself in the butt and just go.
So tonight, when I sit and watch the results of my favorite show, maybe I’ll finally get my act together and go pay for my class card and actually go next week. My body needs it, and I think my psyche does too.
What’s your “just you” activity?