As many of my existing readers know, this blog is kind of like a journal into my fishbowl life. If you want predictable dribble, go somewhere else, but if the voyeur in you wants to peep in on me “Living La Vida Loca” then stay tuned. It won’t be long before you will witness the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Check out some of my friends swing dancing in beautiful Nashville, TN for iCharleston Nashville.
Much to the chagrin of my friends and family, I have never lacked for overconfidence. In fact, delusions of grandeur have been a daily part of my life as far back as I can remember. The main reason I chose not to become a rock star, professional athlete, or blockbuster movie producer was not due to limitations in my voice, body, and brain, but because I had other priorities. **Roll eyes here**
Although I consider myself a musician, one area of music always eluding me, is dancing. I understand rhythm and accents in a song, but I can never get my body to cooperate with my head. Recently I discovered there are a number of reasons I never followed in Fred Astaire’s footsteps:
- No Muscle Memory
- No Practice
- No Teacher
- No Plan
Is it possible for a 45-year-old dog to learn a new trick? I am about to find out. I went to my first dance class about three months ago, and it has probably been painful for everyone but me (I’m having a blast). However, even though I’m out of shape, and maybe I look like Chris Farley on the dance floor, I am excited to see what happens when I turn this page of my book.
The experience has been quite rewarding. I get free exercise, while listening to vintage big band music, and the Nashville Swing Dance community (specifically NSDF) has been incredibly supportive and friendly to a noob, like myself.