Friends who have been dropping by would know for the past year or so I've been hooked to Zumba. I've blogged about it often. I can never get over the miracle that I can survive a dance class. Nor can my friends, it seems, since they use every opportunity to pull my leg about it, in a way only comfortable old friends can.
One day after a specially good session I happened to remark, 'This track I can dance to, in my sleep'. And that was how I put my big fat foot right into my mouth. A little later, when the instructor asked 'Who knows Bailando and can lead the class today?" I heard a bunch of voices chorusing out a name - yeah mine!
Damn!! Damn!! Damn!! was all my blank mind went while I tried to hide away wishing I would completely disappear. It's one thing to stand in my inconspicuous corner and do my own thing and quite another to stand right there before the class. It's like saying just because you can chat up friends you can deliver a speech - not quite the same thing huh?
This here was my nightmare.
However before I could protest, the music had struck up and there I was blundering my way through, forgetting steps I'd done scores of time, steps I knew well, steps that I did pretty well in my small corner! I wish I could say I was suddenly magically perfect like in the movies. I wasn't. Let me just say I survived and wasn't booed away. The girls are too sweet.
The best thing though is, that the dreadful dread is gone..... for ever. I might never do it again. But I know I can do it, I did it once, right? That's so hugely liberating.
We shy off from doing things - fun challenging things - making a huge deal out of them. Sometimes we fear we will be less that perfect, sometimes we're victims of our own self-image.
Breaking through all of that is freedom.
So from my new-found perspective I can tell you to dance that dance, sing that song, deliver that speech, run that race, get that LBD. Draw, paint, try a trek, take a dip in the sea - as long as you're having fun and can laugh at yourself, chances are you'll get by pretty well.
Don't wait to be earth shattering. Don't wait to be perfect. Don't postpone joy.
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