Confession time: I don’t always know what I’m going to work on in my solo practice.
Yes, the person who wrote THE Solo Practice Guide for Ballroom Dancing still gets stumped.
I know it’s been longer than usual since I last posted. Searching for a place to live has been stressing me out of my gourd, which has left me with some major writer’s block. Some other things have been adding to the stress level too, and with Teacher out of town last week, I didn’t have any dance lessons to provide relief. So when this inkling of an idea pushed its way to the front of my mind, I jumped on it. The block has been alerted to its presence though, so hopefully it survives long enough for me to create something worth reading. (I have this image of this dark shadow slowly creeping toward the tiny glowing creature that is my inspiration inkling.)
I didn’t get any new questions for today’s episode, so I went back into my emails to see what people have contacted me about before I started this series.
The most recent question was from Nick; he just started blogging about his own ballroom journey here: http://theballroomjourney.com.
He asked how I fit in ballroom practice with work and the rest of my life. Since I had been thinking about doing a “how I practice” post anyway, it seemed like a good topic for this week’s “Ask the Girl” post!
I’ve been inspired by Breast Cancer Ballroom Dancer and her keyword posts (jive was her latest). Throughout the rest of the challenge, I thought I would share what goes through my head when I think of each of the dances I compete in: waltz, tango, foxtrot, and Viennese waltz.
Today’s dance is waltz.
With a brand spanking new $15 in my wallet (new to me at least), I decided to take an extra group class this past week! Teacher’s pro partner was teaching and the topic was arm styling, which I need help with, so I felt like it was a good use of my winnings from the jack and jill dance.
As someone who needs every arm movement choreographed for her because going with what “feels right” or “natural” usually ends with me looking like my arms are trying to mutiny against my brain, I love articles like this one! Check it out: