I have two hands, I have two feet
"titled "Dance of Pregnant," by Victor Bezrukov
One challenge in being in a company, is that with new choreography, I can be left/right dyslexic. I know it's just that I am concentrating "too much" but there's a part of my brain that has to take it's step by step "logic" before it can allow the rest of the body to really dance. So when I was asked for the first time to show a movement to our new "AB" dancers, I simply demonstrated while giving them the count I'd so carefully drummed into my brain. However, the count for them was awkward and off. Turning to watch, I realized the mistake was two fold and MINE.
Smiling at me patiently they demonstrated that they had TWO sets of appendages that needed movement and they DIDN'T need an extra count sneaked in for a wheel push to continue to move forward. Though I spent a lot of my 20 years in theatre dancing and directing musicals, the change in modus operandi is still being processed in my poor backwards mind. Though I am starting to find some movements in my chair more "natural" , there are times, I know, that my two feet, are causing me to stumble. Only when I strapped my feet down to the plate was I able to make my first semi successful side tilt today. That and the kindness of a dance partner who encouraged me with a smile to take my time and find my way.