There is the general external perception that dancing is such an elegant activity ~ it’s all glitz and rhinestones; you’re perfectly coiffured; are demure and look like a princess … the reality is quite different, especially when you social dance, especially if you’re me and especially especially when you’re wearing a dress entirely inappropriate for dancing! It’s raw, it’s visceral and it’s sweaty ~ especially when you’re at it for 3-4 hours. But damn-it, it’s fabulous.
At the end of a day of Competitive Edge seminars and workshops there was a gala ball where you dressed-to-impress, so I wore the dress I intended to go out in afterwards … because I didn’t intend to stay until the end … because my ability to leave a social dance before the end is well documented … it isn’t, I just can’t leave, and I didn’t and I danced and danced and then was about to leave 10 mins from the end … and didn’t.
My brother asked me what I was up to, so I sent him a picture of my “current state” to which he replied “dear god do they have the paramedics on standby?!” … rude! I was about to be offended when a cha cha came on and I abandoned my phone and took to the dancefloor again.
You just can’t explain the joy-of-dancing to someone ~ to me it’s just utterly joyous – even when you’re limping home covered in crusted sweat! … especially when you’re limping home, covered in crusted sweat!
… I eventually got to my friends birthday, after midnight …!
Why I dance … the short answer is, because I can. The longer answer is because 18 months ago I couldn’t ~ I didn’t have enough energy to walk 50m, let alone dance. I’d been in and out of hospital, had a blood transfusion and finally had an operation that left a not-really-very-disposable internal organ in a bowl.
Some people criticise me for never sitting down at socials, I don’t apologise for that. I literally care not-a-jot.
I dance now for all the times I couldn’t dance in the past and for the times I may not be able to in the future. I dance because it brings me joy. I dance because I lose myself and all the stresses of my life. Dancing was my focus and motivation on the long road to recovery. I push myself, because it may be taken away in an instance.
Dancing is joyful, it is when and although my nerves sometimes cripple me in competitions, I will keep going and strive to achieve. Because that also makes me happy.
Today I competed in my first dance competition, ballroom at that, not Latin, which is what I’ve been focussing on more over the very short two years I’ve been dancing.
My dance teacher has put me straight in at Silver Medal level despite having not done that medal test, nor indeed Continue reading My First Ballroom Competition
I’m so excited to be back in the Ballroom and more specifically at the Rivoli ballroom social again. I missed February as my friends were getting married – don’t get me wrong, that was most excellent, but it did leave a big-old-gap between Rivoli visits. However, that did also mean that I was as excited as a child at Christmas before this visit.
There were a good few of the regulars there thankfully – so I managed to spend nearly all of the 4+hrs dancing ~ sweaty fun!
I got my first pair of ballroom shoes before Christmas, but today is the first time I’ve been able to wear them because I’ve had problems with my feet ~ Morton’s Neuroma.
As a result my osteopath banned me from wearing heels for a month. One month turned into two, then three, then four. It’s only now, nearly five months on that I’m slowly working my way back into heels. But into Ballroom, rather than Latin shoes that I’ve been wearing since I started dancing two years ago, as I’m studying for Ballroom Latin Medal test… and potentially competing..! And for those, I definitely need to be in heels,not flat jazz shoes.
These little badgers are so bright and clean, they scream for attention across the dance floor. Several people today asked if they were new. Oh so very very shiny and new.