Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
August 21, 2009 – 2:53 amIn my mind, I am the best dancer ever to grace the planet. My mind somehow imagines me taking the teachings of Martha Graham, Alvin Ailey, and other modern dance artists and creates this super-persona in which I embody fluid movement.
In reality…not so much. Sure, I can dance and am not out of step (for the most part) when following a beat, but getting my mind and body to reconcile is something I have to do daily.
Yesterday, I received a batch of photos from the dance recital held earlier this summer and had a chance to relive the moments leading up to and following my performance. In viewing the photos, I felt proud of myself, almost to the point of actually wanting to give myself a pat on the back. It wasn’t because I looked great or anything like that, it was more because I went through with this in spite of my brain and its somewhat counterintuitive attempts to tell me, “You can’t do that in this body!” This is what popular culture does to us all, I suppose. One side of my brain was clearly running the show, while the critical nitpicker part of my brain stood in the corner with her arms crossed and shaking her head. (Well, until she saw all the money on the floor, then she started to come around, just a little bit.)
For one night, I let my body take the reins and it was a blast. I can’t wait to do it again…and I will be doing it again. Perhaps this time, my brain will fully get with the program and enjoy the ride even more.
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