Hey, I learned something about myself this week. I’m getting much better at letting go and moving forward swiftly and with a light heart.
I’ve decided to stop running my weekly dance class and as this decision came as a gentle whisper from my heart, it has all occurred so gracefully and easily. Also, since I am tuned into my inner wisdom, I have been able to step back and see the big picture with regard to what this dance class was really all about for me.
It was certainly something I’ve thought about doing for ages, I definitely love dancing and would love to dance on a regular basis with other women. What I discovered through running the class though, was I didn’t love being in the ‘teacher’ role in this context. My enthusiasm for dancing each week was somewhat dampened by the idea that I needed to create a structured class and practice my choreographed routines. I wanted it to be looser, freer, more spontaneous, but I was unsure that women would come along if I was to say: “OK everyone, just dance!”
When the fun drains out of a job we have committed ourselves to, we either need to find a way to bring the fun back or move gracefully and considerately out of that role.
Thankfully for me, not many women had been coming to the class so I didn’t have to get all worried about letting others down, as I’ve done in the past. So, what looked from the outside as a disappointment : “Nobody is coming to my class”, became a blessing, “Thank goodness nobody came to the class this week” I can pull down my flyers, put up a notice saying the dance class is not running and step gracefully into the next chapter of my life.
What I feel is really important to highlight here is not only my efficient wrapping up of Red Lily Dance. It’s also the feeling of gratitude I have that I actually created the class, promoted it and turned up each week for two months. I did it! And through doing it I learned so much about myself and got to experience the spectrum of emotions related to feeling; nervous, fearful, bold, confident, accomplished and authentically me as I prepared for and ran each class.
I also met a really lovely woman who came along to a couple of classes. She has already become a friend and someone with whom I feel I will have a long-lasting connection. It turns out she is an old friend of one of my gorgeous Fremantle friends (it’s a small world isn’t it?)
This may sound weird but it was as soon as I met my new friend that I felt my journey with the dance class was coming to a close.
Sometimes it seems we need to go down these little, interesting detours in life so we get to experience something important or meet someone vital to the next part of our life journey.
There is no such thing as a failure, it’s all grist for the mill of our hearts and minds. Perhaps by going easy on myself about the ending of this endeavour (for the time being), I will encourage you to step out of your comfort zone into something you would love to try but have been feeling too scared to?
Ah well, until I gather together a bunch of dance-crazy women with whom I can dance, spontaneously and wildly, it’s back to dancing in the living room.