New Beginnings

It's official: I'm 18 and legal. Finally.

I just saw that I had a blog from three years ago, but out with the old and in with the new! It's about gosh darn time that I start keeping some sort of journal, and this works because I don't have to sit and have my hand cramping within ten minutes per usual. And hey, we have been commanded to keep a record, right? This is one of those "shot two birds with one stone" times.

Most people (that I know) don't start one of these things until they are married or all they can do is spill deep dark secrets and get annoyed when asked about them later (they did just post them on the internet... not exactly the safest place to keep secrets). Sheesh, well, I'm not going to do that. If I'm lucky, I might actually remember to log on and type something, and something that hopefully isn't dreadfully boring, which is - unfortunately - a likely possibility. Having said this, here I go!

This week is officially my last week teaching my Petite Feet ballroom classes for the year. It's only been a twelve week course, but having never taught before, I will be grateful for a couple weeks of recoup before starting again with another age group, too. What can I even say about these weeks? They have been jam packed with stress and anxiety ("will I ever find extra boys for the girls?","what will I do if they get up on stage and have a nervous breakdown?"), laughter and tears, and a whole lot of fun all around. These little kids are 5, 6 and 7 years old, and have not really ever touched ballroom dance. How on earth was I going to teach them when I feel new to the dance form myself? I mean, really! I have never even had formal training in the mambo or Viennese waltz! It's been crazy figuring it out, but I love those kids and find myself thinking about them before I drift off to sleep at night, wondering how they are doing, remembering the flowers or drawing they gave me, and smiling at the pride and satisfaction on their faces after their last class. What can I say? I absolutely love teaching, and I can't think of any job away from home that I'd rather do.

I guess I get a lot of inspiration from my incredible coaches. But I'll save all the bragging for a later post.

But for now, it's time to get my derriere going because I have dance to go to!

Merry Christmas!!!