Thursday was an interesting lesson. Hit the routines first and then just plowed through the closed routines – Waltz, Tango, Fox Trot, Viennese Waltz, Cha-Cha, Rumba, Swing, Bolero and Mambo. Ran out of time on the open routines so we skipped Cha-Cha, Rumba and Swing which I know best but we still got through all the others – Waltz, Tango, Fox Trot, Viennese Waltz and Bolero and Mambo.
At the end of the lesson, OwnerGuy comes over to see how I’m doing. Life would be so much easier if the two weeks before an event were less stressful. I don’t know why it freaks me out so much but I’ve been a wreck the last two weeks and probably not a lot of fun on lessons. Anyway, he tells me to pick one thing as a goal. So we pick frame and keeping it extended and fully up throughout all the smooth dances and keeping a good connection in rhythm. Then he tells me to just focus on frame. And that if I mess something up but the frame is good, then it is a success. After all, the judges don’t know my routines. They don’t know that I’m supposed to do certain steps in certain orders. So, if something goes wrong, go back to a fall back step but just keep focusing on frame.
Then, he tells me that I shouldn’t expect everything to be perfect. I gave him the “do you know who you’re talking to” look. Of course I expect everything to be perfect. I mean if you don’t set an impossible standard, then you might actually have to admit that you accomplished something at an event. Set perfection as a goal and then there is always something you can find to pick on. Ignore the 90% of a dance that went well and drill into the 10% that could have been better. What’s wrong with that (yes, this whole paragraph has been dipped in heavy sarcasm)?
I know that pefectionism is a problem. It sets you up for failure every time. Another case where my rational mind knows something but my emotional mind locks the rational mind in the closet so I won’t listen to him.
I mean I’m good at this. Maybe not championship caliber but I’m fun to watch. I know this because people watch me. I got off the lesson and my designated Cha Cha partner tells me that the Bolero was “looking hot”. Later, during party, Kid T grabs me for a Tango because very few people actually like to do Tangos. Well, there was a newer couple who had brought several friends to the party and I hear one of them tell her friend to watch us.
And life would be so much easier if I could really internalize and believe the things I said above. If I could see myself as others see me and not how I feel I look. Then again, it does no good to beat myself up for this. All I can do is try and try and try and keep reminding myself over and over again. Someday it will sink in, right???
So, here’s the weekend plan. Tomorrow I have to do all the normal errands including getting the dogs out. Then, I have to start thinking about everything I’m going to need and start packing.
Better make my list here so I don’t forget anything:
- Dance pants
- Smooth vest and shirt and tie to match Kid T
- Rhythm shirt
- Western shirt and jeans for country Waltz
- Black jeans (different pair), t-shirt and vest for Two-Step
- Can’t forget to bring a pair of sunglasses as well.
- Dance shoes
- Outfit for the party (Havana Nights theme)
- Some kind of hair product
- Snacks for the day on Sunday (to be purchased tomorrow)
Can you believe I’m bringing five outfits plus whatever I wear up on Saturday and something to wear on the way back on Monday. This is what happens when you agree to do solo routines and have to get into character. Plus, the theme of this event was one where I could find appropriate clothing (cuban shirt and linen pants). So I’m going to be bringing a huge suitcase for two nights. Then again, they’ll be other dancers there so I won’t be the only one.
The downside is that this weekend is going to be nice. Sunny and warm – one last blast of summer. But dance calls and it is more than a hobby, its an obsession. Well it should be fun. I’ll let you know.