After three weeks of skipping tap class because I was sick, I finally made it back last night.
One of my favorite things about tap class is that everyone there is a grown up, and everyone there is kind and encouraging. One of the things I really disliked about dance classes when I was younger was the sense of competition among dancers. It got increasingly worse as I got older, and I finally decided dance just wasn't for me. I wasn't as good as some of the other dancers and I was shy about admitting my shortcomings and asking for help. (I've always been a bit of a perfectionist.)
At tap class, though, dance is for everyone, including me. Other students welcomed me back last night - near strangers who I only know because we share this weekly hour of dance. Our instructor didn't shame me for missing three weeks, just had me pick up right where I'd left off. She cares that we all enjoy dance, even while earnestly pushing us to get better. I was so glad to be there last night.
Since the studio where we take the class is coming up on its one year anniversary, the owner (who is also our tap teacher) is throwing a big party on Friday night. And even though I missed the last three weeks of class, she asked me and the rest of the class if we'd be up for doing a little tap combo at the party to showcase what we've learned. Of course I said yes, because I'm fighting my fears in this whole thing, but dear Lord am I nervous.
We learned the combo last night, so I've got three days to practice. Plus I know my sister, at least, will be there to do it with me, so that's comforting. If you live in Denver, you should come too! I promise it will be fun - there will be food and drinks and a raffle to benefit love hope strength. Plus me. In tap shoes.
What more could you ask for on a Friday night?