Even it was the Nutbush at your cousin’s wedding last Spring, or your regular Step class at the gym - of course that still counts, but what I’m really getting at is dancing where the steps aren’t already completely choreographed. Your authentic inner-dancing-queen appears purely from enjoying the music around you and just making it all up as you go along.
Any dancing is good dancing in my book. But what happened to when we would get our groove on (apologies, I’m a child of the 70s) without being so self-conscious?
Even before my first Jazz Ballet class at age 6 with Miss Maria – way, way back in 1981, I was a dancer. If there was music playing, I was shaking my hips and spinning like a top. My mother’s always been a huge Motown fan, so it wasn’t uncommon for me as a three year old to be cutting the rug to ‘Can’t Hurry Love’ by The Supremes or ‘Nowhere to Run’ by Martha Reeves & the Vandellas.
It may have been a different story all together if I’d grown up with my parents playing The Carpenters (not that there’s anything wrong with that) or Peter, Paul & Mary (no comment).
Bt as we hit puberty, amongst all the other changes, we start to become incredibly self-conscious. That’s just a natural part of our treacherous voyage towards adulthood. My big concern is that some of us don’t ever get past that self-consciousness of our teens, some of us continue this state of diminished self confidence through our twenties, thirties and even further – we stop dancing as well as anything else where we might make an arse of ourselves.
What’s my point?
Next time you’re a guest at a wedding and you hear the opening bars of the Nutbush, get up and have some fun! Who cares if your butt wobbles or you mess up the steps – I promise you – nobody cares! They’re not even looking at your butt. What do you do when you see people dance? That’s right, you see that ear to ear grin on their face and start smiling yourself.
It’s worth noting though; if you are a person who makes comments about others’ butt-wobbling-dance-moves, then perhaps you need to make an assessment of your own self-esteem?
Better still – don’t wait until the next wedding. I’ve been known to dance around the lounge with my dog, Tess - neither of us can stay still when Ben Harper’s ‘Always Have to Steal my Kisses’ comes on the radio. My gorgeous French girlfriend Anne inspired me to remember to dance more often. Now I’m reminding you…
Dare you to give it a go.
“Friday night and the lights are low…”