Today I went I my Jazzercise class. Yes, I take Jazzercise. It’s super fun, I feel like the backup dancer for every musician they play, and there are no mirrors so I can believe they would hire me if they saw my amazing moves.
Just like I say I don’t like running, I also say I can’t dance. I want to be able to be a graceful ballerina or a fierce jazz dancer but I could never seem to remember the moves in class. I would overthink. Even at a school dance I would feel like the world was critiquing my discombobulated dance moves so I decided to cut my losses and become a wall flower.
Aging is a beautiful thing. Somewhere in my late thirties I realized I was holding myself back. In my forties I’ve started dying my hair fun colors and I got my first tattoo.
Today I hit another milestone. When I walked into Jazzercise I was the ONLY ONE IN CLASS. This has never happened. Usually I know that other people are just thinking about themselves but today I couldn’t hide behind anyone. SO I DANCED MY HEART OUT. Friends, I don’t care what I looked like. I don’t care that I messed up the steps at times. I know that I put my heart out there and let my body show me what it had. And my goodness, that felt amazing.
To my former self:
You WILL learn to let go and dance and it will fill your bucket to the brim.
Just Sarah 