In Dancing Heaven

June 13, 2011

Once a week after school I would carpool with the other girls from school.  We’d change in the car, out of our Izods and knickers, and into our scratchy buff-colored tights, our Danskin leotards and Capezios.  Our ballet outfits.

Although I never learned anything beyond a potty-boo-ray (I won’t pretend to know how to spell that term) and my instructor was a skinny old lady who called kids “fatso”, I loved taking ballet because I loved to dance.  AND I got to wear a little pink chignon thingy, crocheted by the elderly neighbor across the street, over my hair bun for recitals.

But as I got a little older, classmates dropped out of ballet and moved onto more dangerous, intimidating sports like gymnastics or softball.  And eventually, I did, too.  Minus the sports.  Although, I never lost my love for dancing.  I dreamed of becoming a back up dancer for Michael Jackson or Madonna.  Girls Just Want To Have Fun? Hells yes.

I tried to go back to it as a teenager, but it was too late.  Any other seventeen year old girls who took dance classes had been doing it all their lives and were GOOD.  I ended up in a beginner jazz dancing class, the only high school kid among a bunch of thirty year-old women.  We learned a routine to Careless Whisper.  I quit after a month.

The great thing is, I actually became a dancer after all.  I am always the first one on the dance floor.  I perform two-step and swing solo in my living room.  I’ve been known to get down while cleaning house, only to wake up the next day unable walk down the stairs.  What!? Pretending you are Britney Spears is hard work!

So when I discovered So You Think You Can Dance a couple of years ago it was like the purpose of life had been revealed to me.  I was meant to sit on my sofa, watch these people dance, and cry.

This is my third year watching the show.  It’s actually the only show I watch (in real time, that is- thank you, Netflix).  When Scott comes home from work I am perched inches away from the screen, heart rate elevated, teary eyed, with a smile plastered on my face.

I am in dancing heaven.

And in my mind, I am dancing with them.

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10 Responses to In Dancing Heaven

  1. Abby on June 13, 2011 at 4:48 am

    I do not think I can dance, but I still try and do it anyway. 😉

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    thesweet Reply:

    Screw the rules- we don’t have to be the best, or even good.

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  2. NotJustAnotherJennifer on June 13, 2011 at 8:05 am

    I danced from the ages 5-22, and I miss it so much that my heart aches. I LOVE SYTYCD! Those kids are a-ma-zing! And, good for you for gettin’ down with your bad self!

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    thesweet Reply:

    I knew it! You look like a dancer 😉

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  3. Jenn on June 13, 2011 at 10:35 am

    Aww… sweet! I always wished I could have been a dancer… instead I went the band geek route, and that pretty much monopolized all my time!

    I’m stopping over from StudioThirty Plus! Love your blog design!

    Smiles,
    Jenn
    http://www.misadventuresinmotherhood.com

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  4. Kir on June 13, 2011 at 10:45 am

    OMG how I love u!!! I nodded and nodded through this whole post. “She’s just like me” except I don’t watch SYTYCD but all the other stuff I am there with you girlfriend!!!!!!

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    thesweet Reply:

    You and me, Kir. We’re going out dancing.

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  5. Alex@LateEnough on June 13, 2011 at 6:57 pm

    We would’ve had so much fun at BlogHer. I danced a ton at the MamaPop party but didn’t have a lot of dance partners.

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    thesweet Reply:

    I’ll be thinking about that as all of the big shot bloggers are staring at me on the dance floor.

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  6. pattypunker on June 14, 2011 at 12:26 pm

    my freestyle dance moves would never land me a gig, but they make me happy as hell.

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