some days you gotta dance
Once upon a time, I had a record called "Tina the Ballerina." I was maybe 4 or 5. I LOOOOOOOOVED it. I would dance around the living room, spinning and twirling. I had no more grace then than I do now, and once I twirled so hard that I lost my balance and knocked out my two front teeth on the piano bench (baby teeth, fortunately). That was basically the end of my burgeoning dance career.
I proceeded to go through life reading books and playing music and not dancing. I have never been graceful. When dancing is required at a party, I tend to do the very tame bouncing back and forth kind of dancing: not good, but not embarrassing. Meanwhile, I've always really loved dance. Swing Kids in my teenage years, SYTYCD (on YouTube; I have no patience for all the stuff in between the dancing) as an adult. And I always secretly wish I could do even a little of what they do, but instead I tamely bounce back and forth at parties when required. Too self-conscious. And maybe a little too protective of my two front teeth.
Lately, however, I've started dancing with abandon, alone in my living room. I've tried some YouTube tutorials, and I'm SO BAD. I have learned precisely two dance steps (basic Charleston and basic salsa). So I put on music, practice one of my two steps for a while, and then just twirl and jump and flail around in a way I would never do with anyone watching. It's So. Much. Fun. I dare you: put on "Sing Sing Sing" or something like that, dance around a room by yourself, and fail to smile at the end of it. Can't be done.
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January has been challenging in terms of a fresh new start, because it's one of our busiest times at work. In light of that, I've been doing okay with the idea of practicing good habits and doing what I intend to do, but I'm not where I'd hoped. But this, I suppose, is the idea behind practice. Not that practice makes perfect, but that practice makes it just a little easier to practice better the next time.
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I'm actually having ALL SORTS of fannish thoughts right now, but it's all a secret until Galentine's Day, and it's driving me crazy that I can't share. But in a month or so, there will be fic and maybe some meta from me. In case anyone still cares about that sort of thing. :)
Crossposted from DW, where there are
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I proceeded to go through life reading books and playing music and not dancing. I have never been graceful. When dancing is required at a party, I tend to do the very tame bouncing back and forth kind of dancing: not good, but not embarrassing. Meanwhile, I've always really loved dance. Swing Kids in my teenage years, SYTYCD (on YouTube; I have no patience for all the stuff in between the dancing) as an adult. And I always secretly wish I could do even a little of what they do, but instead I tamely bounce back and forth at parties when required. Too self-conscious. And maybe a little too protective of my two front teeth.
Lately, however, I've started dancing with abandon, alone in my living room. I've tried some YouTube tutorials, and I'm SO BAD. I have learned precisely two dance steps (basic Charleston and basic salsa). So I put on music, practice one of my two steps for a while, and then just twirl and jump and flail around in a way I would never do with anyone watching. It's So. Much. Fun. I dare you: put on "Sing Sing Sing" or something like that, dance around a room by yourself, and fail to smile at the end of it. Can't be done.
**
January has been challenging in terms of a fresh new start, because it's one of our busiest times at work. In light of that, I've been doing okay with the idea of practicing good habits and doing what I intend to do, but I'm not where I'd hoped. But this, I suppose, is the idea behind practice. Not that practice makes perfect, but that practice makes it just a little easier to practice better the next time.
**
I'm actually having ALL SORTS of fannish thoughts right now, but it's all a secret until Galentine's Day, and it's driving me crazy that I can't share. But in a month or so, there will be fic and maybe some meta from me. In case anyone still cares about that sort of thing. :)
Crossposted from DW, where there are
