Just a quick blog today. Life has been busy (<-- that feels like my personal mantra) and currently I am riding the jazzed feeling after my second Salsa Class ever. Last week 12-5-12 was my first class where we learned the basic step in Puerto Rican Salsa and tonight we learned our first turn.
But let me take it back a step, an hour before my salsa class I was laying on the couch fighting the beginning of a slight panic attack at the thought of being social. My chest felt cramped and I just felt incredibly small, far too small to leave the house, far too small to to even think of dancing, I mean, was I insane? But I had made the commitment and I refused to let myself back out. I fought to put on my jeans (from comfy sleep shorts) and put on my theatre/dancing shoes (still Loki Gold from my costume!) I fought to gather my things and actually pull out of the driveway. One I was on the road, it got easier and even though the feeling redoubled when I walked towards the door of the bar where the class is held, I dug deep and entered. ("that's what he said")
I am in the Level 1 class. The class taught just before mine is the Level 5 (out of 6 classes, I think.) And it is awesome to see where I could progress. They were dancing to music and the beat just makes me want to move. By the time she called the level 1's to the floor I was ready to go, ready to move in the rhythm.
Now, I go alone, am taking these lessons alone, so at the start I am always paired up with one of the higher level students who volunteers to help with the lower class. This gives me the advantage of only having to worry about myself and today was a good class. I felt much more comfortable than last time and was called up to assist in demonstrations 3 times...3 TIMES. Yeah, I have always been a teacher's pet kind of gal, I'm not going to deny or fight it. I like to get it right and I like positive reinforcement for getting it right.
I am sitting here writing when I should be going to bed, I have to get up in 6 hours for work, but I am excited about next week, excited to learn more. It's a struggle sometimes to step outside my front door. And tonight, I overcame it to go to a Salsa Class, where I had an excellent time.
I'm chalking this one up in the Win category.
G'night all.
p.s. also 12/12/12
But let me take it back a step, an hour before my salsa class I was laying on the couch fighting the beginning of a slight panic attack at the thought of being social. My chest felt cramped and I just felt incredibly small, far too small to leave the house, far too small to to even think of dancing, I mean, was I insane? But I had made the commitment and I refused to let myself back out. I fought to put on my jeans (from comfy sleep shorts) and put on my theatre/dancing shoes (still Loki Gold from my costume!) I fought to gather my things and actually pull out of the driveway. One I was on the road, it got easier and even though the feeling redoubled when I walked towards the door of the bar where the class is held, I dug deep and entered. ("that's what he said")
I am in the Level 1 class. The class taught just before mine is the Level 5 (out of 6 classes, I think.) And it is awesome to see where I could progress. They were dancing to music and the beat just makes me want to move. By the time she called the level 1's to the floor I was ready to go, ready to move in the rhythm.
Now, I go alone, am taking these lessons alone, so at the start I am always paired up with one of the higher level students who volunteers to help with the lower class. This gives me the advantage of only having to worry about myself and today was a good class. I felt much more comfortable than last time and was called up to assist in demonstrations 3 times...3 TIMES. Yeah, I have always been a teacher's pet kind of gal, I'm not going to deny or fight it. I like to get it right and I like positive reinforcement for getting it right.
I am sitting here writing when I should be going to bed, I have to get up in 6 hours for work, but I am excited about next week, excited to learn more. It's a struggle sometimes to step outside my front door. And tonight, I overcame it to go to a Salsa Class, where I had an excellent time.
I'm chalking this one up in the Win category.
G'night all.
p.s. also 12/12/12
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