Since I’ve been home almost a month now, I’ve felt the need to “do” something. There’s only so much house cleaning, yard work, and daily errands a girl can do.
At my “age,” I’m now a bonafide Senior (according to the Las Cruces Senior Center) I now have the coveted “blue card.” I promptly signed up for a jewelry making class, but soon found out that you had to melt the silver and solder it. However, I was very happy when the instructor found out he only had two people in his class and cancelled it.
What DO I do NOW?
Well, at one time I was a “pretty adequate” ballroom dancer. However, a few years back I broke my right wrist and loaded myself with all sorts of negative “self-talk.” (I’m clumsy, stupid, etc…) I didn’t dance for a L.O.N.G. time, and then only sporadically. I lost all my self-confidence, and worried over every “dance step” I took.
I decided that I needed to “get over” my fears and go back and dance – even if I sat alone all night and no one asked me to dance. Uh, that didn’t happen. Men actually asked me to dance. I decided I’d press my luck even further and go to the Argentine Tango class. It “was” fun, but it’s a very intimate dance and I don’t know if it’s for me.
Someone that I know from dancing invited me to go to a private studio and take lessons with him. His original instructor gave me some great “personal” instruction (we practiced variations of the Fox Trot) and gave me a much appreciated “mini-lecture” about protecting myself when dancing with certain men in our dance “circle.” She even went as far to tell me who the “loaded cannons” were and that it was OK to decline a dance to protect myself.
So, now I’ve been to two “weekly” ballroom dances and had a fabulous time last week dancing the West Coast Swing. My goal is to improve my dancing technique, and dance on a regular basis. If I do, Santa is going to bring me a pair of hot red Werner Kern dance shoes for Christmas…