Following on the wings of the former entry, I will try to briefly summarize what all happened in my last jazz class (for me) last Thursday! One thing I remember quite well: I was VERY TIRED! In fact, I believe ALL of us were tired that day! The weather was a bit grim too, which did not add to the ambiance of the evening class.
Yet, as if knowing what to do, our teacher (in similar emotional state) started off the class with a slower set of stretching mainly revolving around the abs and glutes. Then, we started doing some of our regular floor work; which, I observed of myself, I was quite confident in (at last)! I didn't feel the pressure, I have often felt, of comparing myself with my fellow dancers. Instead, I was dancing and I was watching myself and striving to focus on my own movements and improving them, rather than trying to focus on others and how they performed the movement.
Then, as we moved on to a new set of choreography to a new piece of music (more hip hopish), I felt again a new surge of confidence in my being! I was getting it! True, I was making some mistakes off and on, but for the most part, I was tracking and I was able to focus on characterizing the choreography with my own expression of it's movements!
The class continued in this fashion until we ended for the day. It was truly a good day! Although earlier that day I had felt quite down emotionally, and lacking in energy, I had triumphed at the very end when I most needed it! It was a joy to be a dancer that day!
Sometimes surprised by the unexpected pleasures of peformance,
The Dancing Devil Dog
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