This might come as a shock to some of you, but I actually am a pretty self-conscious person.
Yes, even though I spill practically everything on my blog. There aren’t many subjects that I won’t touch.
It’s like I have no shame, right?
Because the thing is- if you are laughing at me, you are doing it from behind your computer screen where I can’t see you.
If you are rolling your eyes or if you click away without commenting because you think I have lost my mind, I don’t see that.
This blog is my space to be completely me and I take full advantage of it.
But, when I can hear the laughter or see the funny looks, I’m a little bit more reserved.
Which is why, despite the fact that you can watch me shake it on my blog, I was SO NERVOUS to try a Zumba class.
Friends of mine tried to get me to go with them a few years ago. And I thought “DANCE? In front of people? With no alcohol to help me along? Uh-uh, no way.”
And when tweeps would talk about it or blog about it, I’d still say NO WAY.
But, this past spring, I went on an exercise kick. I started slowly because I was hella out of shape. Five minutes on the elliptical had me out of breath.
As I worked out more, I could go for longer stretches and feel good. But, then I started getting bored of the elliptical and treadmill.
So, I ventured into a Zumba class. Scared to death.
Zumba is so popular at the gym that I go to that you have to sign up in advance and get your ticket to go into class: space is limited to 35 ass-shakers.
I hid in the back, figuring no one could see me there and attempted the moves.
Which was near impossible because I’m NOT coordinated and I could hardly see the instructor.
But, it seemed like something that I wanted to try again.
So I went back.
Only this time, I went up front so that I could clearly see the instructor.
And it was much easier that time.
So, I kept going back and kept getting a spot in the front.
At first, I was worried that anyone behind me would see what an awful dancer I was.
But, then I realized: everyone in there is way too concerned with what they are doing. No one really has time to look at others and judge. Their eyes are on the instructor, trying to figure out the steps or they are looking at their reflection in the mirror. And most are probably hoping no one is watching them, either.
So, I dance like no one is watching… because the truth is, in a roomful of people, no one actually is watching.
And I shake it. I shake it hard.
And I don’t even care any more if anyone is watching.
Yes, I could get all cheesy here and tell you how this applies to life in general… but I think you’re all smart enough to figure out the moral of this story on your own.
Don’t forget you have thru Monday, July 18th to link up with Rockin’ the Baby.