What do salsa and teaching have in common? A lot, as it turns out. When I started taking salsa classes it was the biggest struggle of my life. I felt awkward pretty much from the moment I stepped into the room to the moment I left it. Teaching has been the same. It seems as though every time I get up in front of the room I'm bumbling around, knocking things over.
But it probably doesn't look as bad as I think it does. My coop has taken to assuring me each day that I'm doing fine. I, on the other hand, alway feel like I'm near drowning. It's all I can do to doggy paddle and stay afloat.
Maybe that feeling never goes away.
Even with salsa there are dances that feel all wrong. Suddenly I'l have two left feet again or I ignore my partner altogether and start doing my own thing. But the difference is that it doesn't hurt so much when that happens now.
This week I pretty much cried as I watched a lesson I had so enthusiastically planned crumble ll around me. But let that happen a few more times and it won't be so bad anymore. Just a part of the regular day, right?
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