School Holiday Get Yer Groove On
The next two weeks are riddled with odd public school holidays. Today and tomorrow the kids are off for Rosh Hashana. (I'm sure I misspelled that.) Then Monday they are off for Columbus Day. Thursday they have off for Yom Kippur. This really throws a kink into my week. I was just getting used to life with my days free. It was nice. Such irregularity is difficult to deal with. Oh well, that's life.
I took a little Ballroom Dance refresher course this evening, which was lovely. I will be starting Argentine Tango this weekend. All in the name of research, plus I think it will have a side benefit of allowing me to enjoy moving my body again. I'll admit it. I'm a closet dancer. I love to dance. I love dance classes. I pretend that I am a talentless, three footed boob, but I can cut a rug reasonably well. I also forget that when I move well, I don't look so fat. If I try to hide my body under billowy clothes I look so much bigger, but when I strap on the lycra and move so the backs of my thighs can't quite catch up with the front I look pretty good. Plus, I have better posture when I dance. That shaves off a pound or two.
I also forgot just how much I love being in class. When I took Meisner in Minneapolis my teacher would tell me that I always sat through class with the biggest smile on my face. I think I spent two years at Circle smiling my ass off. I love class. I love the kinesthetic learning that happens in an acting or dance class. It tickles me and I can't help but grin from ear to ear. The thought that I could possibly come to an understanding about myself,the universe, or a time step gives me great joy. I need to be in class. I need to teach class.
But not now. Jon Stewart is on in two minutes.
I took a little Ballroom Dance refresher course this evening, which was lovely. I will be starting Argentine Tango this weekend. All in the name of research, plus I think it will have a side benefit of allowing me to enjoy moving my body again. I'll admit it. I'm a closet dancer. I love to dance. I love dance classes. I pretend that I am a talentless, three footed boob, but I can cut a rug reasonably well. I also forget that when I move well, I don't look so fat. If I try to hide my body under billowy clothes I look so much bigger, but when I strap on the lycra and move so the backs of my thighs can't quite catch up with the front I look pretty good. Plus, I have better posture when I dance. That shaves off a pound or two.
I also forgot just how much I love being in class. When I took Meisner in Minneapolis my teacher would tell me that I always sat through class with the biggest smile on my face. I think I spent two years at Circle smiling my ass off. I love class. I love the kinesthetic learning that happens in an acting or dance class. It tickles me and I can't help but grin from ear to ear. The thought that I could possibly come to an understanding about myself,the universe, or a time step gives me great joy. I need to be in class. I need to teach class.
But not now. Jon Stewart is on in two minutes.
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