Believe it or not (and some of you Won’t), once upon a time, I was the type of person who preferred to not be seen OR heard.
Believe it or not, throughout school, I’d get ill if a teacher so much as called on me to answer a question out loud. I vomited in front of my child development class when the teacher made me read my report in front of the room (and I had a crush on someone in the class, which made my usual nerves much more intensified.)
Now, while I still do not like crowds of people, and I lack the confidence to speak to crowds if I’m not comfortable with the subject matter, I really have grown quite fond of my voice and my presence.
Motherhood helped. I think becoming someone’s mother throws out a lot of one’s insecurities and boosts one’s confidence in a lot of ways. You become… different. Thrust into being an advocate for your self and your child from “go”.
But even more than that, this JOB has changed me. From a year and a half ago to now, my confidence is exponentially Huger. My Bosslady, and the force of this job, PUSH me to be loud, be the client’s advocate. Question others. Trust your gut. (You know what? It’s sounding an awful lot like motherhood after all!)
This last year I’ve lost a considerable amount of weight (more than 40 lbs). When I started at the gym a year ago, taking classes in the group exercise room was terrifying. The mirrors all over. The lean, muscular, athletic women all around me. Superior, they were. At least at the gym. Of course, as the weeks went by and I learned a little grace, a little poise, gained a little UMPH, things changed.
At the beginning of the summer, a new class came out on Tuesday mornings. 80s Dance Groove. I was petrified. It was one thing to lift weights, do jumping jacks, etc in front of others, but DANCE? Oye. IMMEDIATELY, I fell in love. While I’m still not the most graceful, not the thinnest, maybe I still don’t have the best…. rhythm. But over the 12 summer weeks, I improved, week by week. Learned the steps to the songs. Fell in the groove of shaking my hips, shimmying, even dancing with a pole (YES! a POLE!).
And now…….. it’s rolled out for the fall season too. And I’m in heaven every Tuesday morning, from 6:30 – 7:15. Watching myself bounce like a cheerleader to “Hey Mickey!”, glide “Like an Egyptian” and shake my stuff in “Vogue” in those huge wall to wall mirrors. I sweat like no one’s business. It takes a good hour for my face to calm down from fire engine red back to normal coloring. And I’m on a high all damn morning. There’s just nothing like that class. I am SURE I am no dancer. Not destined to quit my job and perform on stage. But there is just something to be said for letting go so completely so early in the morning and letting the endorphins take over and celebrating your form (no matter what that form is!) in the mirror.
(And, besides the point, but a tidbit: How about the fact that I sang 2 karaoke songs at my own wedding? That’ll show you how far I’ve come……..)
Today I leave work early and get to take my little daughter to HER dance class. While she is certainly as passionate as her mother by nature, she’s also equally as passionate about her own dance class. I pray that it helps me to teach her early on that her reflection is gorgeous. And worthwhile.
Recent Comments