Day 9: Dance

Having been going out a lot these days.
The rest of the holiday, I'm going to be an introvert.
I cannot be at one end of the spectrum for too long.
But I cannot stay in-between for too long either; it bores me.

Running bores me too. It is probably the sport that I hate most.
I wish I can be more sportive, like my boyfriend. But then if I'm sportive, it's not me.

My favourite sport: Dance
I have tried a few dances; international ballroom, latin dance, belly dance, Argentine tango, salsa.
I enjoy watching some of the street dances too, like popping, but street dance is never my type of dance.
Probably because street dances are more angry, strong type of dance and I don't like being angry & strong at the same time.
I like those types I list because they are delicate combination of strength, gentleness, class, beauty and sex appeal.
One might look very soft and gentle while dancing, but really, one has to use many, if not all, muscles to maintain a great form and posture, just to look soft.

I'm most happy and in control of my body when I dance.
I learned to use muscles that I didn't know I have.
I learned to walk and stand properly.
I learned to pay attention to even my fingertips and toes.
I learned to do make a better spin by turning my head and whipping my hair.

I learned to respect and follow the lead of man.
I learned to trust. (when ladies dance, most of the time we're doing it backwards and in heels AND arching our backs when we're doing ballroom)
I learned to speak with my body, listen to the silent messages of my partner and react.

Dancing is pure joy to me. I even enjoy the muscle pain.
Well, the blisters and pain from wearing high-heels for hours are excruciating, I have to say.

I have learnt so much from dancing,
way more than just dancing and the techniques.

Love,
N