This month has not gone as planned. The cold from hell (my second this summer) kept me in bed for a week and tending my family members for another. Then, DH was on vacation, so dance lessons have been mixed up this month. It has given me some time to think, though. The problem is, introverted over-thinking perfectionists shouldn’t be given that much time to ponder things. It never helps the psyche.
I’m taking lessons at two studios. It’s fairly official since Studio #2 just set me up with a binder. I nearly told them not to, but I’m a wimp. As a result, I’m completely torn. I never intended to take regular lessons at Studio #2, but since I bring my daughter there weekly, it’s just easy to take a lesson wile I’m there. Here is where problems arise. There are three male teachers at Studio #2. One I did the Showcase with, one owns the studio (and isn’t there early during the day when we are), one just returned to the studio after showcase. He is Russian with only English as it pertains to dance. He is also small of stature. So why not take a lesson at the same time as my daughter? Makes sense only now I’m stuck with Mini. I know this sounds terrible, but he’s difficult to dance with compared to what I’m used to. When I say he’s small, I mean it. I’m 5’6″, I wear 2″ heels, he’s still at least 3″ shorter than I am. When I was learning Rumba arms and I was required to get a little close, his nose was nearly in my armpit. I feel like a giant tub of fluff next to him. Not good for my psyche. Smooth dances are a joke. I can’t figure out how to place myself properly, I keep taking too large strides. He keeps having to adjust his grip on my back because I’m running away… It goes on and on. I can’t ask him about this because of the communication barrier. I’m trying to figure out a way to switch to the other instructor without hurting feelings. Plus, if they think I can afford weekly lessons over there, in addition to at Studio #1, they are out of their minds!!!!
The lessons I had with Teach were great. I took a double the week hubby was sick and we worked on so much. We started working on some Foxtrot twinkles, which is awesome. I love that the counting has become different now. It feels more like a foxtrot. We then got on the subject of Silver. I said that Silver was a loooooooong was off for me. He told me it may be closer than I think. Then he had me dance some silver waltz and silver foxtrot to show me how I can do it. The feet flow by one another instead of stopping and changing weight. It was interesting and gave me something to work towards. But I’ll stick with Bronze for now. It’s a happy place to be. Our lesson must have been great on both sides because I had an “Awww” moment. Teach told me that he wished I were his last lesson of every day because he knew he would go home happy. I blushed and nearly told him that was a load of bull crap, but he seemed really serious, so I reined in my inner screw up.
One other thing came out of that lesson. Teach and I agreed that I would only go to Studio #1 every other week for double lessons. It will be the same teaching time, but it will save me $100 on just travel (or more depending on if I take Daughter with me and we eat out, etc.) and 12 hours of commuting time every month. That adds up quickly. I’m not ready to give up on going to Studio #1 yet. As you can see, things are complicated. Do I make decisions based solely on money or do I make them based on relationship? To complicated matters farther, I just received an email from Studio #1 about them raising prices. Yikes! As if they aren’t high enough…
In case you were wondering, the title is a reminder that a year ago I participated in Team Match. I remember wondering why I was sliding around so much during rhythm. Later that evening I looked at the bottom of my shoes, and voila!, many sequins had adhered there making my shoes a bit more like tap shoes. Live and learn.
I’m a bit behind with my reading, I promise I’ll get to everyone and their dance adventures in the next few days.