You wouldn't think it to look at me. I don't weigh 90 lbs, I have big bones, I don't walk with my feet turned out (much anymore) and I don't wear my hair in a perpetual bun. I'm not flexible. I don't even, to be honest, dance that much these days. But a dancer I am, heart and soul, all 200 lbs of me...just as much as I was when I was 135lbs with a bun and pointe shoes (maybe even more).
Everyone is a dancer. Most of us have forgotten. I forget I'm one all the time, but it's a fact. I remember when a favourite song is playing, or when I get so excited I jump up and down, or when I'm faced with an emotion so big that I automatically seek a quiet spot and let my body start to move. Or when I hear an amazing piece of music and can't help picturing steps to go with it.
My purpose in writing this blog is to help myself to remember. I'm tired of having dance be an afterthought. I want it to be a joyful part of my life, as natural as breathing. So, starting May 1st, I will undertake the following challenge: for one year I will dance every day. I will keep a record of my experiences on this blog.
The fine print:
1. In order to make this a doable proposition I am establishing a minimum goal of 5 minutes (with the intention of doing more). Five minutes is a very un-intimidating time.
2. I define "dance" as moving my body consciously, with or without music. This isn't a fitness challenge or a "daily barre exercises" attempt (because, trust me, I've tried those and...not so much).
3. I'll try to make the posts interesting, I swear. Not just "Monday, danced for 5 min to Madonna"...deal? Deal.
OK. May 1st. I'll see you then.
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