If you haven’t seen “Meet the Robinsons” stop reading and go watch it. It’s a feel good movie that takes you from feeling like a failure to feeling like every bad move you’ve made you’ve done on purpose. No more squashed confidence! It’s kind of like “winning” with Charlie Sheen. What you see as a failure now is just a step towards where you’re supposed to be… or great advertising for a future reality show where you’re the butt of every joke.
I told you guys a few blogs back that my Hustle instructor had let me lead the warmup in class.
The first time I had that tooth infection and the Childcare line made me late… but I still did it.
Then she let me do it again. I had a tooth infection from the tooth extraction and was on medication, BUT I WAS STILL GOING! This time I had practiced cuing (letting people know the next move coming up a second before we do it, not a pool move). I was ready. I was excited!… no one could hear me over the music. BUT that time I had actually made eye contact with everyone, stayed with the moves, people watched my hand signals and knew what to do. It was great.
Yesterday was our last Hustle together. My instructor is going on maternity leave. I didn’t even ask her about the warmup because I figured she’d want to do it or someone else would want a turn at it. Nope. She let me do it again. I WAS PUMPED! Like my adrenaline was literally swelling up my head. The last time had gone so well, this one would be EPIC. It was like the whole room had given me their energy…. and then I bombed it. Yah I did. I did the walk up and forgot the walk out so when I tried to make up for it the next time everyone didn’t know there would be a walk out. I stayed with the tempo and it was ok but my adrenaline had turned to “oops, I screwed up.” Ughhhhh. But then, THEN, my shirt got caught on my bracelet on one move and my tummy was exposed. That threw me off again and I forgot the single double hops (just pretend you know what I’m talking about). But I didn’t give up. We still kept moving, we still kept dancing, I still stayed with the pace, and we picked up from where we were supposed to be. If you were watching the class you wouldn’t know anything wrong happened, but when you go to that class all the time, you know when the instructor screws up.
Here’s the difference between my flub this time and from the first time- confidence. I had it. I knew they would forgive me for it. So I screwed up. Laugh about it and move on. Crap, I screwed up again. They’re still smiling so am I. And how did I know they were smiling? I didn’t have to force myself to look at them this time. I wasn’t shy about it. These were my friends. They were here to have fun. As an instructor, that’s what they would be to me also.
When I finished I was getting high fives and smiles and congrats. It was great. But after the class is when the comments came. People were telling me they had more fun with me that time than the last two times because you could tell I had loosened up and just had fun with it.
So how does this all tie in together with the Robinsons? NO I’M NOT JUST BABBLING ABOUT RANDOM CRAP. Haters.
Keep moving foreward. Be willing to make mistakes and learn from them. Accept them like a piece of pie. Bake it, eat it, then work it off.
Now I know what it’s like to do a major mistake as an instructor and just keep going on with the class. Now I know that if I can keep positive, so will the class. Honestly, I have no fear about auditioning now. IF I screw up, I know I won’t run crying from the classroom or loose all the info I had pounded into my head. It would be ok. I know I need to find a Hustle that I really feel comfortable auditioning with and make it like my new child. But I feel like I just climbed over a horizontal ledge in climbing the life mountain (apparently that’s a really hard edge.)
AND NOW!!!!! FOR THE PICTURE MONTAGE!!!!!!
Danyelle and I. She is a fellow instructor. I really got to know her at my instructor training. She had to move a little further from our regular gym so I don’t get to see her much but when we do get to catch up it’s like we just saw eacho ther the day before.
Becca!!!! Yes, another instructor. When you first see her she looks like a school teacher/mom/quiet bystander. But when you put her on the dance floor she’s like the queen of the dance crew. She’s amaaaaazing! I’ve really enjoyed Hustle with her.
Elisabeth is pretty much my connection to everything Hustle. I met her in my first class and she and I talked for at least an hour afterwards. We really quickly became great friends. Then she introduced me to everyone else and I became part of the family. There’s no way you can’t smile around her.
AJ!!!! My partner in crime. He laughs about life just as much as I do. He’s the king of the one liners. And he’s insanely smart to be one of the only guys in a class full of girls. I swear he’s never going to get past the age of 25. You can’t be normal around him. He brings out the goofy in everyone.
Delia is my sister. Not biological but blood really doesn’t mean a lot when it comes to who your family is. When I feel down about my dancing, she’s the first to tell me I need to grow up and accept that I’m doing what I love. It’s tough love but in a very “I love you enough to not ever let you give up” way. She’s also one of the best dancers I’ve ever seen. She would fit better with a dance crew than a dance class. I may have to cry for days after saying goodbye to her.
And last but not least
THE CREW! (minus a few) The hottie in the middle with the black shirt over a pink shirt is our instructor Amanda. We don’t talk very often, outside of class, but she’s definitely a leader to me. She finds confidence in people that they never knew they had. We may look like a regular groupX class but we’re a family. We know each others kids. We know each others battles. They are a never ending fill of self importance. You can’t be down around them.
When I’m an instructor, I’m going to have a class like this. They’re going to be so excited to see each other each week that they miss the beginning of class to catch up. They’re going to show up on busy days just because it’s something they look forward to every day. They’re going to be excited all class to tell me they lost a few pounds at the end. It will be important to them that I meet their friends so and so. I will take a person who thought they were just coming to a dance class and turn her into a front row diva. And someday someone will come up to me and say thank you for helping me get my life back. Why? Because that’s what God put me here for. He will let people know my struggle so that they know they have someone to turn to. That’s my light. Yesterday just proved it to me.
Thank you Sunday Hustle! I will never forget any of you. Even in Oregon, my heart will be in a groupX room in Keller, TX every Sunday. I love you all! God bless you on your future adventures. AND KEEP DANCING!