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Dancing Fool Competes: But WHY??

Yes, there is that question. competition

Considering that I seem to be colorblind when it comes to blue ribbons…..or any color ribbon at all. Competition holds no meaning to me, so why would I decide to dip my high-heeled dance shoes into a Ballroom Dance competition at all?

I spent some quality time in front of my potbellied stove to craft an answer over the weekend. The birds and I came up with a response as I witnessed the sunrise bringing light to the day….and my thinking.

I’m all about learning, which is no surprise to anyone who knows me. The process of the dance lesson alone intrigues me. How does my teacher move from Point A–a simple box step–to Point B–a cross-over with hip motion, and then beyond, resulting in a beautifully crafted rumba? Especially from me, someone who had never danced a step until about 3 years ago, a woman who resisted dancing to the point where I spent more time hiding in a lounge’s restroom than sitting anywhere near the dance floor? As a teacher myself, albeit in a vastly different arena, I appreciate and embrace the challenge from my perspective: the student.

I may not be competitive with others on the dance floor–or just about anywhere else (well, maybe on a racquetball court, so come back later for that story)–but my internal dialogue challenges me. How was my crossover yesterday? Today it must be better, or I’ll exhaust myself trying. I don’t need my rumba to be perfect, but it must be the best I can achieve. And therein lies my competition–me.

Competing may slake my thirst for continuing to move along the line of my dance experience. It seems a natural progression for me, as a woman with no dance partner and some decent moves on the dance floor. I may hate the whole thing–but there is only one way to find out.

Let’s do it!

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Consider yourself warned…..

too late

Consider yourself warned…..

  • Eating junk food as your daily entree turns your body to junk. How could it not?
  • Joking about not exercising won’t be comical when you’re 70 and your legs and core won’t get you up off that comfy sofa any longer. It will be funny to those watching, though.
  • Smoking will be the death of you, one way or the other. Yes, YOU. Did you like taking that last breath, the one that just went in without any effort at all? If you smoke–yes, YOU–those breaths are numbered. Start counting.
  • Arteries in all kinds of places in your body can–and will–harden to the point that other important things CAN’T, guys. Yes, that one! Why doctors don’t harp on this with their male patients escapes me. If young men knew this NOW, they might take better care of themselves, because we know what gets their attention, above all else, right??
  •  That gorgeous “bad boy” will be bad for you, girls. Be careful, very careful, who you choose.
  • The trite platitude “It’s never too late” is a lie. Some mistakes can never be corrected, some missed opportunities will never circle back around for a second look. Live intentionally, not by the default position of “what will be, will be.” It made for a great tune, but the lyrics simply made its creator a rich man, not necessarily a happy one.

To reflect on your life with regret is devastating. Consider yourself warned, today, before it IS too late!