I haven’t danced with Ivan since last Thursday which feels like an eternity to me. If I had unlimited resources, I’d probably want to dance 5 days a week, doing double lessons each day. That is cost prohibative at my current income level, and with the level of uncertainty surrounding my current job, I’ve had to cool my jets and am limiting myself to two single lessons weekly, plus one extra one on the weekend every other week when I am not on call. Once I become world-famous and am featured on Oprah’s Lifeclass, that will probably change. But until it does, such is my reality. Ha Ha.
So it is time I respect and cherish and I am grateful to even be able to afford what I can. I think that for another of the Topic Series I’m going address the exorbitant cost of ballroom dancing. Now that is a juicy discussion to begin!
But for this post I’m going to describe my dance lesson since my personal experiences are one of the more “charming” aspects of the blog.
So I arrived and one of the church members where we dance was mopping the floor. I have to take a moment and just appreciate the people who do that kind of job, and especially this young woman because she was a volunteer. But seriously, it is so wonderful to have people who take care of the dance floor and that I don’t have to do it!
Ivan arrived just after me bearing strawberries. Although I refused multiple times, in the end he just shoved one in my mouth. I tasted more finger than berry. Thanks Ivan. I got him back though. Later in the lesson I was spinning around and I elbowed him in the gut. Take that you dancing Bulgarian!
Well, still, I think the joke’s on me. At one point my foot slipped on the floor and I hit the ground. It was kind of a slow tumble toward the floor. I was trying to save it. But when I finally hit the wood Ivan was smiling. Um, thanks for the compassion, dude!
“This so good!”
“What are you talking about, Ivan? I just fell.”
“I push you.”
“How is this good?”
“We surviving your knees.”
“You falling with all your weight over one foot. I see this happen before and the lady’s knee go sideways. Yeow! They call the 911.”
Apparently Ivan felt like he saved me from knee-replacement surgery. Maybe he did. I can’t say. But it didn’t feel like anything too bad was going to happen. I twisted my left ankle, my weaker one, a little bit, but I’m okay.
So anyways I hopped back up after a moment and we were off again.
Today we began with Waltz. I get a bit frustrated with myself because I know that the way I’m dancing it looks more like walking than the sweeping, large, flowing movement that is supposed to happen. I mean, I’ve seen how Artem and Inna do it. Though I realize they are world-class competitors, and I’m probably not ever going to look like that, I want to at least aim to get as close to it as I can. Ivan was challenging me to reach more with my steps and trust me, I want to do it. I just feel completely out of control doing it, like I could fall at any moment. As Ivan says, at this point we are doing “very nice walking,” but we need to extend and push ourselves. I agree. I just wish my body would get the message. I’m supposed to stretch on the “one” count. Ivan kept repeating “One. One. One. One.” as we danced around the periphery of the room.
Let me just say that I don’t feel like Smooth dances are my forte, but I am beginning to enjoy them more and more. Maybe after a few more years, and some concentrated practice, I’ll be able to look better than I do today. But then, too, another part of me is okay with being better in Latin and Rhythm if that ends up being the case. I love those dances deeper, at least right now in my journey.
I think one of the highlights of today was dancing lead-follow in Rumba. I love it when Ivan does that. At a certain point he was like, “You dancing everything because you know the routine. You not paying attention.”
But then he began to gently lead me, and I tuned in to the signals, and it was fantastic. Seriously, this is my favorite part of ballroom dancing….and the most precarious part as well. Why? Because it feels so good when I am successful that I get excited and then lose concentration for a split second in my wonder, and screw up the very next thing. As Ivan says, I need to feel that excitement but stay in control.
During this portion of the lesson he led me without touching, and then we initiated contact. He liked it when he offered his hand but I took my time to accept the invitation. He would pause and extend various movements that normally we brush right through. He also took a moment to let his arm go up and around before beginning and I mirrored him without a thought because I was just that tuned in. There is something so magical about being so in sync. Did I mention I love that? I know, I know….broken record. But seriously, I hope one day we will dance like that in competition. I hope that someday soon we will bring that level of relaxed, focused, tuned in, fantastic energy with us and make it seem as effortless as it can feel.
By the way….I’m itching to do a competition. It’s been September since I last competed. Competitions require such a high level of financial resources so I have to pick and choose which ones to participate in very carefully. Again, limited resources. It’s been over six months, though, and I’m having moments where I feel so good, that I want to put myself out there again and see if others sense the improvement too.
Anyways, back to the lesson at hand. We then worked on Bolero. I was proud of myself for remembering to contract before extending on the “Romantica” step….until I realized I forgot to do the set up properly, and that I’m screwing up the timing of the second part of the move. Still, it’s improvement. I remembered. And I had Ivan to remind me of the other parts.
This is where the title of this post comes in. Before going into the “Romantica,” Ivan leads me forward and I do a 180 degree turn. I’m supposed to step straight forward and hold the pose, standing on my right leg and pointing my left behind me, to make a clear “picture” before completing the rest of the movement. But I was slurring through it, stepping forward and turning at the same time, instead of letting the movements be distinct and clear.
So Ivan reminds me of this little detail and puts his hand up eye level as if dancing to the song, “Stop, In The Name Of Love” by Diana Ross and the Supremes. The amazing thing is, I just went for it. No thought about it. I just trusted. No fear. Fear didn’t even cross my mind. I was Fearless!
Ivan actually had to point this out to me. He was pretty excited about it.
“You trusting me! You not scary!” (scary = scared in Ivan)
So the next time we did it, he upped the ante. He made a fist.
Again, I just went for it. Stepping directly into his fist. Doing so unscathed, unhurt, and unafraid.
So today I’m celebrating. I’m celebrating with gratitude the fact that I get to ballroom dance even at all, even if it costs an arm and a leg. I’m celebrating with gratitude the people who support me, who I may not even know, but who play a role in my dancing, like the girl who was cleaning the space in which I dance. And finally, I’m celebrating being fearless. For someone who generally lives in a state of high-anxiety, I’m acknowledging the brave, calm, centered tiger within.
What will you celebrate today? I want to hear about it!