|That's me, bustin' a move. Or hurting myself.|
When I was 8 years old, I let some scraggly kid ruin what could have been a glorious future.
See, my parents enrolled me in a jazz dance class. For fun. And I loved the idea.
Until I saw Kyle Z. there.
He was in my first-grade class in school. He was icky. And he wanted to dance next to me and tease me.
All. Class. Long.
So, brilliant kid that I was, I raised my hand and said I didn’t feel well. Problem solved.
When my parents saw what appeared to be my lack of interest, they didn’t sign me up for dance again.
Okay, so I got to thinking about all of this last night, when I attended a Zumba class at my gym. *
Because last night, I was reminded…this girl caaaaan’t daaaaaance.
Well, I’ve got rhythm…just no grace.
I started wondering what would have happened if I’d have stuck with that jazz class.
I mean, I coulda been a dancer. A star.
Instead, I just got a sore rear from sitting on the sidelines.
The adult me wants to go back and yell at the 8-year-old me, “Hey, I really want to know how to dance well, so suck it up and go stand next to the icky boy.”
I mean, being a dancer would have really helped me to be that triple threat (singing, acting, dancing) I always longed to be when auditioning for musicals.
But alas, I can’t go back.
I’ve just gotta learn from it, not sit out in the future when I want to join in.
So maybe I’ll never be on So You Think You Can Dance?, but I’ll do the Funky Chicken and Electric Slide with the best of ‘em.
Or at least have fun looking incredibly silly.
Your Turn: Is there something you wish you were good at that…well, you’re just not? Or ever have some regret you’re just dying to lament about here? Any other wannabe dancers out there? Have you tried Zumba? Do you like it?
*For those who don’t know, Zumba is a cool workout class that incorporates Latin dance moves.
**Photo courtesy of freedigitalphotos.net