Gone Dancing!

A Good Sunday morning to you, friend! These past weeks as I have been clearing out my home in a Spring-Cleaning mind frame of minimizing, I decided it’s time to check on my dreams, too. I have a few dreams that have been just -years of daydreaming. Tried half-heartedly, never given enough time or energy because of all the other things that took precedence. By now, it has been so long that the dreams have become like an old bag full of ideas that I carry everywhere.

Am I really going to move forward and grow them? Because if not, I need to cut them off and not keep dragging them for ten more years. If they are not realized, I’d rather have it be by a decision I make, not a woeful “oh I never got to do…I always wanted to…” Seriously, I have to get a grip on this. Unlived dreams just become a heavy, sad regret. I have few regrets and want to keep it that way.

I started dance exercising with videos of Jaana and her dance team. We do merengue, salsa, samba, paso doble, and jive. I am stiff, uncoordinated, and find myself frequently telling her, “Oh, no. That’s not happening.” I keep at it because I want to lose weight, but that is not really why I stick with it, because I have wanted to lose weight for ten years (really badly) and dumped the diet/exercise endeavor many times.

I have been sticking with this because it’s fun, stretching me beyond my ability. Jaana keeps smiling and gracefully complicating the dance moves as I move like an albatross trying to get out of a fishing net. But each day, I am a tiny bit better. Every morning I laugh, albeit at myself. By the end of the routine, I feel accomplished for the exercise and excited that I improved on a move or that at least I kept up with them on one of the dance drills.

Dancing got me thinking about how I do the same life routine for the most part over and over. Different music but the same dance moves in life. It does give me a sense of stability and maybe even a false sense of security. But am I just wasting life time being stable? Is this why I am not moving forward as I would like? Apparently, I learned the merengue steps of life, so I keep on doing the merengue steps. Faster, slower, different song but the same steps. I work on new projects, but once it’s finished, I slide back into the merengue steps around and around in the same space.

Well, it turns out I like paso doble. Better.

For me this is a lesson that it’s time to move forward, bolder, with new steps, new moves, and even new dreams. I will give my old dreams until September to bring them fully to life, or bury the languished ones and accept it is a no-go. It would sadden me, but I really feel it is time to extend, unfold and grow with new adventures.

Because to tell you the truth, I really would rather be an Albatross experiencing new adventures than a Swan gliding on the same lake. Net tangles and all.

Olé!

Militsa

Have a fun day!