Life chapter: First Dance Class
I feel nervous. On Thursday, I have my first dance class.
I’ve danced a couple of times with a friend. She taught me the basic step and we danced together a couple of times, but when I dance with her I feel uncomfortable. And she is my friend, so what will it be like if I dance with a stranger?
I am so nervous and stressed that I even considered not going and using my foot pain as an excuse. On a pain scale of 10, it’s around 2, so it’s very doable, and it has been present for a couple of months. In other words, I am not going to use that as “the excuse.”
I have been going to the gym with this foot pain three times a week, so it’s a bad excuse.
The truth is I am going to do something way out of my comfort zone, something I never expected to do in my lifetime.
But why am I going to a dance class if it’s outside of my comfort zone, you might ask. Well, I don’t want to sit behind my PC, gaming the whole time, and I haven’t had a long gaming session for a while now. I think it’s a nice skill to have, and it might help me on several fronts, those being confidence, socializing, reading people, and seeing if my compass still works.
I can’t believe how nervous I am. I don’t like being touched, since dancing requires a lot of touching, and bachata is rather sensual. It’s going to be awkward the first few times. I only touch and hug the people I really love and care about, and I am a very shy person around women.
This aside, I visited a third apartment and I absolutely loved it. Near work, and a very calm neighborhood alongside a river. And there is a walking route that disappears in the woods. The view outside the apartment gives onto a park.
But I decided to wait a bit longer. I hope I don’t end up regretting it because I really loved the apartment, but financially it makes more sense to wait a bit longer. I also really, really want that second camera.
The laws in Belgium are changing in April. I am thinking of getting a second job when it happens, but that’s a problem and a blog for another day.
I was writing a blog called 66 memory lane and saw this old picture of me. I don’t know if I’ll Post that blog it was hard to write. its too raw in its current form.