Rhythm is a Dancer.
I got Rhythm.
The Rhythm of Life.
Just a few songs with the word rhythm in them.
I tried a Zumba class 2 weeks ago. I had been meaning to for quite some time, but just never really put it on the calendar. I quite enjoyed myself. It was a good workout and I felt wonderful afterwards. The music was fun and upbeat. The instructor was great. She has a lot of confidence to direct a class in front of a wall of mirrors. It was in front of these mirrors that I realized that I think I am a better dancer than I am. As I looked around the room some ladies are better than others.
Everyone was very welcoming and accepting. It didn't matter how old you are or what shape your body is in. I did wear a green shirt my first day and so did 2 other ladies in the class. They did joke about green being the color of the day. No one was judgmental on my lack of coordination on some of the moves. I am pretty good with footwork, but when you throw in rotating hips and arms it becomes a little more complicated.
This all made me think of a comment my mother made many years ago. My sister, Rebecca was 3 and I was 16. She pointed out that my sister had better rhythm at 3 than I did at 16. Does this mean the ability to keep the beat is a born gift? Or is it something that can be learned?
Keeping the beat is really something that I struggle with in playing the piano. I wonder if this has anything to do with the rhythm I have within me.
Anyway I am not giving up zumba, dancing or playing the piano. They are all things that I enjoy. And I hope with more practice that I become good at zumba. I may look funny on the dance, but I am having a good time. And that is all that matters.
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