Dancing

August Rodin: Dancing Figure

Tonight was my first dance lesson. My first dance class. My first dance everything. I was so glad Em was with me for moral support. Of course it doesn't help that my dance instructor, Brandon, is a guy. And that the next oldest person taking the class is way more than double digits younger than me. And that of all things I'm taking Hip Hop...though we don't don't actually do much hopping.

When Brandon came over to meet us I said,"This is Emily and I'm Entertainment."

He laughed.

But I had FUN!

I said to Em, "We can be embarrassed or we can dance. We can't do both." So we tried our best to dance. (And we were still a bit embarrassed , but at least we did it together.)

Afterward Brandon said we did great. (I'm sure he was just being nice, but better that then saying we didn't make the cut.)

Anyways, Grace was jealous cause she had to do ballet and modern dancing, but she did really well and enjoyed herself anyway. She said to me on the way home, "Mom, I want to be a professional dancer." I told her she needed to work really hard for that to happen. It wouldn't surprise me at all if it did.

Maybe 36 is too old to learn how to be a good dancer, but it's not too old to dance.

So here's to being willing to make a fool out of yourself and being willing to try something you've always wanted to do.

Watch out Brittney, here I come.