Years ago I started my dance program in Montessori Peaks Academy in Littleton, CO. I returned to teach Thriller to a gym full of kids at MPA and it was like going home. I love teaching dance. I love big groups. I especially love Thriller. But today was special because I had such a hard time getting there. October has always been a tough month for me since my car accident in October of 2003 nearly ended my dance career. It was a significant enough event in my life that I repeated the anxiety annually without even knowing it. This fall, after my family had moved from Michigan to Colorado, my step children went back to school in Michigan and my old struggle with October came back with a vengeance. I crawled in bed and stayed there. When I am not doing well, I do everything counterproductive to feel worse. I know I’m not the only one to do this, and we all know better, yet we do it anyway. For me, it’s food. I have food sensitivities to wheat and dairy and they make me feel awful all around. Yet, when I am under the weather all I eat is pizza. Genius, right?? I only talk about this because it makes me feel crazy, yet I know we all do some version of this so I’m hoping by sharing it can make people reading this feel less crazy. What IS crazy is how we all feel so alone in these types of behaviors when, in fact, we all have some version of this; something we do when we feel bad that makes us feel worse, yet we continue to do it.
So I wasn’t doing well. I had a rough night of suffering the consequences of my actions and almost didn’t make it to this appearance. I was actually supposed to do my bully prevention program the same day, but we decided to just do the Thriller since it was Halloween, and it was better than cancelling altogether.
I went. I felt like death and was beating myself up for creating this situation for myself, but I went and taught. I started rough, feeling short tempered and crabby, but quickly became aware of my unusually short fuse and was able to let it go and enjoy their chaotic energy. I was silly with them, I joked with them, and I taught them Michael Jackson’s Thriller; the one dance you should learn if you only learn one dance.
I had a great day and felt great afterwards. I have felt better ever since and feel like I’m moving back towards “normal” me. The clouds are parting and I feel hopeful and invigorated again. All because I put on a Wookie suit and went and taught dance for an hour.
Sometimes our life changes not because we do something grand, but because we decide we are going to live it.