The space in between
Somethings have happened that even though I wish I could talk about it, it is not the sort of thing you talk about in polite company. And while I do not think anyone reads my journal, I think a public journal would count as polite company ;)
Instead I will talk about the things that are going on. For the past three weeks I have had to sub classes at both Fierce and Dragonfly. Since I don't teach regularly, having had so many classes has been a challenge as I have had to think of new class material. The fun thing about teaching (warning, this is ego going into over drive) is how lovely it is to feel students adoring your moves! Don't get me wrong, I am a total diva on stage, my stage persona is sassy, sexy and really quite full of herself, and I tend to bask in all the adoration the stage can give me. Buut as a teacher I can be me, not stage persona me. I'm goofy, I talk too much, I make jokes, I tease, I gush over my student, and there they are following my moves, and I can see it in their faces how they are loving trying to move like me. This last Thursday I taught a bunch of women I had never met, and they all seemed to love it. Calling me a fantastic dancer, beautiful, lovely... etc. Hahaha
I am always surprised at the pleasure that I take from teaching. I am such an impatient person by nature. I hate repeating myself, and I hate watching people struggle to understand something. I'm quick, I get things quick, and I think quick. But when I am teaching, it is fun and challenging to think of new ways to teach someone. For example, Ana seems to be extremely challenged with samba, and I have had to think of so many creative ways to help her understand how the movement should feel in her body. Same with psychology, it has been fun thinking of ways of explaining different concepts. But maybe I should not be so surprised. It is what I do as a therapist after all. Listen, try to understand, try to communicate in my client's terms.
The other big thing about this week was that Marcus was gone. It's a bit sad to say, but everytime he leaves it is a bit easier. I used to feel so alone, lonely, and lost without him. Marcus has become my own personal talisman. When I am scared, I think of him, I reach out for him. Whenever I am faced with a new challenge, I go to him. I feel safe and secure, because I know if anything were to go wrong, he is just a call away, and there he is, my sweet, comforting husband, making everything better.... But I'll have to finish this thought later... I am going to be late for Fierce. Today we are auditioning for who gets to perform the Nubian dance at IBCC. Meag's feedback was that my arms were too oriental. *laugh* After years of working on getting lovely and snakey arms, they will come to haunt me. I need to think of straight, swinging arms, rather than delicious, sinuous contours.
Instead I will talk about the things that are going on. For the past three weeks I have had to sub classes at both Fierce and Dragonfly. Since I don't teach regularly, having had so many classes has been a challenge as I have had to think of new class material. The fun thing about teaching (warning, this is ego going into over drive) is how lovely it is to feel students adoring your moves! Don't get me wrong, I am a total diva on stage, my stage persona is sassy, sexy and really quite full of herself, and I tend to bask in all the adoration the stage can give me. Buut as a teacher I can be me, not stage persona me. I'm goofy, I talk too much, I make jokes, I tease, I gush over my student, and there they are following my moves, and I can see it in their faces how they are loving trying to move like me. This last Thursday I taught a bunch of women I had never met, and they all seemed to love it. Calling me a fantastic dancer, beautiful, lovely... etc. Hahaha
I am always surprised at the pleasure that I take from teaching. I am such an impatient person by nature. I hate repeating myself, and I hate watching people struggle to understand something. I'm quick, I get things quick, and I think quick. But when I am teaching, it is fun and challenging to think of new ways to teach someone. For example, Ana seems to be extremely challenged with samba, and I have had to think of so many creative ways to help her understand how the movement should feel in her body. Same with psychology, it has been fun thinking of ways of explaining different concepts. But maybe I should not be so surprised. It is what I do as a therapist after all. Listen, try to understand, try to communicate in my client's terms.
The other big thing about this week was that Marcus was gone. It's a bit sad to say, but everytime he leaves it is a bit easier. I used to feel so alone, lonely, and lost without him. Marcus has become my own personal talisman. When I am scared, I think of him, I reach out for him. Whenever I am faced with a new challenge, I go to him. I feel safe and secure, because I know if anything were to go wrong, he is just a call away, and there he is, my sweet, comforting husband, making everything better.... But I'll have to finish this thought later... I am going to be late for Fierce. Today we are auditioning for who gets to perform the Nubian dance at IBCC. Meag's feedback was that my arms were too oriental. *laugh* After years of working on getting lovely and snakey arms, they will come to haunt me. I need to think of straight, swinging arms, rather than delicious, sinuous contours.