I’ve been thinking about Patrick Swayze this morning.
Bear with me.
You see, he wasn’t so much of an actor as he was a dancer. When he hit the stage or the floor, he was in his element. He was graceful.
I hit the ground this morning. Not running. More falling. It involved a huge spider at eye level, a garbage bag and Crocs. That’ll teach me to wear Crocs even for mucking about.
As many of you may recall, I was an Arthur Murray dance instructor for a couple of years right out of college (“No experience necessary!” It appealed to the English Lit major in me.) And during that time, my posture was amazing. I was thin (I danced about ten miles a night 5-6 nights a week and I was all of 22 years old.) And for three years I didn’t bump into a thing. I knew where my center of balance was and how to move. It was great.
Part of looking good in your clothes involves your posture and how you hold yourself. And for the crash course, I cannot recommend highly enough a few sessions of ballroom dancing. Once you get over the threshold of the door, you will be amazed at the change that it can make in how you see yourself and how well you move.
It’s always nice to know that you can get around a dance floor no matter what kind of music they’re playing. I love a good Foxtrot and always have a chance to use the basic steps. Give it a try. You may wind up having the time of your life.