Updated: Apr 12
Lesson: One of the most dangerous things a dancer can have is an EGO.
I always come back from college with a full ego and go back to ground zero after spending time at Elegant Dancing (the studio I dance/work at back home). Coming to a college that’s not known for dance, especially the genres I’m used to (Ballroom and Latin), I admit I became too full of myself. I thought my work as a Teacher’s Assistant for Ballroom I, fitness instructor for cardio dance, and occasional teacher/choreographer for Salsa Club and Zodiacs Dance Crew proved that I knew a thing or two about dance.
The day after I came home, I had my first private lesson with one of the new instructors. He specializes in Latin, which is the genre I grew up dancing to, the genre I started learning when I was eight years old. You’d think after ten years I’d be proficient in it. I asked him to teach samba for our first lesson because I wanted to teach Samba to Zodiacs after the break.
He asked me to do a whisk step. A whisk step is considered an advanced step, one that involves transferring your weight to one leg and then using that momentum to split your weight and return to a neutral position. It’s tough to explain in words, but after more than ten years of dance, I thought I had it down.
SPOILER ALERT: I didn’t.
Those forty-five minutes made me realize how large my Ballroom/Latin ego has grown. I’ve had five different Latin teachers until now, and even though they gave me an amazing foundation, Kris (the new instructor) helped me understand the nuances of the basics I was neglecting.
It’s tough getting your ego checked. I’m still recovering from it.
I’m performing a spotlight dance on Friday. Spotlight dances are usually during the Friday Practice Parties, and I’m absolutely terrified of this one. It’s been ages since I’ve worn heels, or danced samba with a reallyyyy good partner. I’m praying that the performance goes well so I can share it with you all on YouTube!
To wrap up today’s humbling experience, I think, like most things in life, it really depends on how you deal with it. On one hand, I could tell myself that I’m an awful dancer, that I’ll never be like Kris, etc. etc. Or, I could use the experience as an opportunity for self-reflection and as a much-needed push to get back into the swing of things.
We'll see how things go.
Until next time,