I’ve been reconnecting with my inner dancer lately, as this is my recent passionate rediscovery. As I write, I’m using both hands to type in order to fill those newly created neurons from my salsa dance workout from a Dancercise DVD pack I recently bought (video review to come SOON! Seriously, I am slowly but surely making exciting new tweaks to the site). If you don’t know what I’m talking about, review my post on it here.
save me a dance
Anyway, salsa is clearly a very sensual type of dance. I’d go so far to say that’s likely the draw for most people who are into Latin dance — it speaks to a very essential part of us, and because it’s a corporal activity, it’s an excellent way for us to have some harmless (and beneficial!) fun. The key is to let go and just enjoy yourself as though no one else were watching (and this applies to all of dance).
For the record it is not as though my dancing these days is at all pretty. I’m sure if I recorded myself dancing I’d be cringing 60% of the time. And when I go to Zumba class on Thursday evenings I avoid the front row at all costs — no, it matters not what others think, of course I know, but that ego, that pride that goes hand-in-hand with self-image, still doesn’t permit it. I’m certain that anyone observing me would think my performance inexplicable, but what’s important is that I’m trying. And I’m loving it.
To our healing,