2016 Dance Goals

I have to do this one or Teach turns crazy. At Studio #1 I’m given a sheet with Plans and Goals for life at the top and Dance Goals and Plan at the bottom. Teach used to have everyone fill it out after their lesson and leave it for him, but ever since I brought it home last year and came back with an excellent plan, he sends his students home with it as homework. I may not like resolutions, but if I’m forced to make them, they’re going to be spectacular and well thought out. 🙂 In order to accomplish this, I have to leave the land of glitter and unicorn farts so that I can actually think again.

Dance Goals:

  1. I want to focus on the 9 dance. Originally I had added Samba and Quickstep to my learning, but I feel like it was too much for the amount of lessons that I take with technique being so different. So I’m really only adding Bolero and taking away the other two. For now.
  2. Cuban Motion while dancing with another person not my spouse. This is awkward. I told teach that it’s awkward and that I want to fix it and be able to dance sexyish with him. (I blushed 50 shades of red as I said it.)
  3. I want my posture/back to look like Edita Daniute. Who said this has to be a logical list? Teach said that if he gets my posture that good I have to wear a backless dress. We shook on it.
  4. I want my Tango to be sharper. Nuff said.
  5. Swing. I want to get over my brain block for this dance. It’s a long story. Maybe I’ll tell you some time.

Life Plans (I leave it mostly blank, obviously)

  1. Save money for backless dress (hehe)
  2. Pass 6th Grade with my daughter

That’s it. We’ll revisit this around June/July unless I meet them all sooner. I know when I get to lesson that he’ll want to add events to this list. (Comp, Team Match, Showcase, etc) Then I’ll have to remind him of how lucky he is to get to teach me at all. Our relationship is like that.

Do others of you make dance goals that are sharable?


Thoughts on Resolutions

I don’t make New Year resolutions. Never have. Turning over into a new year doesn’t erase all the things you’ve done. After the party is over you still have to go back to your same old life. That being said, I can’t get away from goal setting.

The dance studio has me make dance goals around every 3-6 months. One of the times we do this is now. I have the sheet of paper in hand as I type.

I follow a lot of book bloggers and youtube bloggers because I read a lot. Now they’re all reviewing their years and making book reading goals for next year. All the new book reading challenges are coming out. I’m a planner and list maker by nature, so all the videos and blogs are making me want to join in the fun!

Needless to say, it’s hard to get away with not making goals. (I’m going to call them goals and not resolutions. Resolution is such a bad word.) Depending on if I cave in to the pressure to make lists, you may see lots of posts the next few days. I can’t stomp my feet with the dance goals, but I’d love to resist some of the book craziness!

Eyes and Goals (Heartfelt Post – Read With Care)

Sometimes I have something heavy to write about. The perfect words and related feelings come to me while I’m driving or doing some other inconvenient thing. When I arrive home, the words aren’t there anymore. Something blocks the awesomeness from getting from my head and onto paper. Luckily, I had a journal with me last week. I’m going to try and share some things with all you. The safety of the internet and all that.

Last week I had my yearly pilgrimage to the Retina Specialist. This is a dreadful time for me. What if I’ve developed retinopathy? I also relive the Day It Happened. Yet, it also brings some validation. The Dr. Lady is the only one who can truly believe that I’m telling the truth.

Six years ago I was getting ready to go out to breakfast with my husband and daughter. I decided to take my vitamins before we left. Within ten minutes those vitamins had me nauseated and they made a reappearance. When I stood up from that awfulness, I had no vision in my right eye. I blinked a few times as if that would make it come back. It didn’t. I was diagnosed with a retinal hemorrhage from a busted blood vessel due to the pressure of vomiting. I had to have surgery to remove the blood from the back of my eye. (I had my first ever panic attack before this surgery.) Everyone told me things would be back to normal after this. I would make a full recovery. At my post op visits they couldn’t understand why my vision wasn’t perfect again. I kept telling them that is was broken up. I was sent to Columbia University doctors and was given the same confused look. I was sent to Albany, to the lovely Doctor Lady. She had me scanned, injected, and blinded by many lights to the retina before she found it. The initial diagnosis was incorrect. That’s why I couldn’t see correctly. I had torn my retina in several places over my center of vision. That caused the hemorrhage. I didn’t have to try to describe what my vision was like out of that eye because she told me what I was seeing in perfect words. I was finally sane!

It didn’t change the fact that my dominant eye has distorted vision. It will never improve. I have no depth perception. With my two eyes open my vision is odd since my brain gets two different images to process. I’m clumsy. Adding to this, I was told to not have more children. I wasn’t planning to anyway, but there’s something about having those words said to you when you’re still in your twenties.

Obviously my eye problems have wrecked havoc with my depression. I’ve suffered since puberty and it’s slowly gotten worse the older I get. The eye problem took away my ability to express myself with piano playing, jewelry making and a few other things I have done over the years to boost myself up. I spent more time watching TV and YouTube. I loved watching dance. All kinds of dance from modern to ballet. I’ve always loved to take dance lessons. I kept trying to find adult ballet classes with no luck. I was circling the drain, so to speak.

My darling husband took things into his own hands and signed me up for ballroom dance. He thought it would give me some confidence and help boost my mood. It was one of the kindest things he’s done for me. The rest is history. Dance hasn’t gotten me off antidepressants, but it has helped me express myself. I’m a more improved person for it. Teach #1 danced my first steps with me. He was also a psych major in college. Maybe that’s why we’re such a good fit.

I don’t know how the normal-sighted are, but I have to add a few things to my learning. I tell how far my partner is away from me by how tall they are. This probably adds to my social dance anxiety because accepting a dance invitation by feeling someone up isn’t proper. (Not where I would dance anyway.)

Dance goals are big in studios. We have to sit down and talk about them several times a year. I think about it on my own, too. To tell you the truth, I tell them what they want to hear. They want me to spend my money on these big comps and productions. I tell them maybe and we move on. The truth is, I’m not there to just complete because it’s not in my nature, plus I’m too poor for that. I don’t go to parties for several reasons (see above paragraph, plus I work evening shift), so I’m not there to learn just social dance. Learning a Showcase routine is fun, but it’s not satisfying on its own. I like to learn more dances and technique. I think I just like to the magic fairy dust that gets sprinkled on me during lessons. My dance goals are to keep learning, keep my depression at bay, and not think about my eye disability for an hour. I need to dance as a means of self expression whether it’s at a comp, at a party, on stage, or during a lesson. If I happen to have the money, I may do more of the other things, but right now, just taking lessons is meeting my goals.

I’m no good at conclusions, just ask my Grandma who edited all my high school compositions for me. I feel good at putting all that in writing. If you made it all the way through, I applaud you and give you high fives and a shimmy.