Life Lessons from Latin Dance

Who knew going to a free salsa class on a Thursday night would have the power to shift my life so drastically?

Taking up Latin dancing has taught me more about myself that I could have imagined. It beamed a light on default tendencies, insecurities, weaknesses, strengths, the way I relate to others, the way I relate to myself…and so much more.

 

Salsa insights

It’s the morning after

My head is spinning - in a good way

Reverberations from my first time

       dancing salsa, bachata, y merengue

   since that night in Puerto Rico

      when the man told me I was doing it wrong

Scarred so bad, I took a Latin dance hiatus

         a decade long

Now I lay in bed

      my hair smells like cologne 

                   - owner unknown

I mentally replay favorite moments 

          from the night before

Stepping and spinning 

         ‘round that mojito bar floor

10 years later 

       and I’m still doing it wrong

but here my offbeat steps 

       are made to feel they still belong

Now don’t get me wrong!

       I am trying really hard

It just….gets so confusing

And honestly, I find it bemusing

        when they say 

“Relax your arms,

     but elbows lift.

Give more pressure.

    Don’t be so stiff!

Take smaller steps.

Why didn’t you spin?

That’s not the move,

    don’t’ listen to him

Roll your neck,

    but not your chest

Just…do your basics,

     I’ll handle the rest.”


I get so overwhelmed!

You see, I never played sports

     nor took ballet

Physical coordination

     is simply not my forte

And that thing called rhythm?

       I’m learning as I go…

But how does one keep the beat

     while staying in the flow?


I don’t want to count,

     I just wanna move and groove and dance!

How analogous to life

    and my present circumstance…

On a quest to find

A solid structure

       while retaining flexibility 

Allowing inspiration to flow 

       without sacrificing stability 

These constant contradictions 

        may in fact give way 

   to that idyllic balance 

       of the yin and the yang: 

   the mystic intersection 

       where grace meets strength

 You can't truly have one without the other 

            - just ask any competent mother

 I used to study each partner 

        thinking this balance was with them

 but now I see connection’s precedent 

        is equilibrium within

 I will follow

        but I must first learn to stand 

        on my own 

Note the cues in his hands 

        while staying in the zone 

Because when my mind starts to wander 

        I get myself in trouble 

        when I'm expecting one turn 

           and he cues me for a double 

My false anticipation halts a seamless sequence 

        I must stay keen to subtle shifts in his movements 

which elicit reactions from 

          my hands 

          my feet 

          my spine 

But

       I can't rely on him

       to keep my own time 

Which is often what I do 

     Leads, thank goodness for you 

and your patience while I'm learning

     to keep my balance as I'm turning 

I’ve also come to find that with the right flowy skirt 

        technique seems to matter less 

my confidence is a direct correlate 

        to the manner of my dress 


So while I can't keep time to save my life

        the sweet leads don't seem to mind

 and I've only fallen down one time 

        so I guess I'm doing just fine 

 

Plus, we derive so much more pleasure

        upon releasing the pressure

               of perfection

Right technique 

       I will never achieve 

but dance has become a most welcome reprieve

       from my cerebral confinement 

            life in the head 

because no matter how many books I have read

       ideas can't offer movement

                      contact 

                      community

 temporary unity 

        with a stranger or a friend 

        as we step in unison

 Joint escape from daily drama

        faint release of pent up trauma

 

Turns out there's more to Latin dancing

     than twirls by Latin man 

Seems with every song 

     comes an insight or life lesson

But if tonight I glean 

    not a single thing

 I'll still let my hips swing

     because, I know, it's all in good fun

I just can't help my introspection 

So there you have it, amigos: 

     My salsa dance 

                reflection

 

POWER MOVE: Try a new hobby! Try to notice not only the way the activity feels, but what it reveals about yourself in the process.

How do you react to trying something new?

How do you interact with other people in the same space?

Are these tendencies a pattern in your life, or is this the first time you’re noticing them?

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