Dancing On My Star

27 Mar

It has come to my attention that most people who take Zumba or UJam Fitness secretly hate me.  I’m not sure why, but I’m guessing it’s because I stand in the middle of the room and when the music starts a spotlight hits me.  The gym becomes a stage, and I’m the Star.

There’s almost nothing else on this earth that makes me as happy as dancing.  I have loved it since my downtown friends kindly told me that I was doing the Tootsie Roll wrong – somehow rolling my legs together instead of apart.  I definitely didn’t get that song.

After hours of practicing in my room, and a few sessions of MTV Jams, I developed my own rhythm.  Yes, my Mom may come up to me at relative’s weddings and hiss, “This is not YOUR wedding,” as I get down with a couple of 50 year old ladies, but I do not care.

Hate on haters because really you’re just jealous you don’t love it as much.  You’re just jealous that you didn’t have years of being a minority in your mainly Asian/Indian/Latin/ African-American school and no one taught your white booty to dance.

And maybe in a past life I was a pop star, dancing to manufactured beats and sneaking cocaine before my shows – you can’t prove it otherwise.

So yes, I may get dirty looks after class, but I will stand smack dab in the middle and bow to the imaginary applause.

I will still take over any dance floor and challenge the break dancers because they take themselves too seriously.   I will one day be that 50 year old lady, embarrassing my children because they’ll have to drag me off the floor.

It’s this love, this aliveness, this rush of adrenaline that makes it worth getting up each day – no matter what you’re facing.  So do what you love, let people hate you and learn how to shake your god-given ass.

Now for some inspiration: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUT5rEU6pqM

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