Twilight_Elena
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The pains of my life, part II. Lots of babbling. You have been warned.
Recently (late September to early October) my partner in crime and in dancing (also one of my very best girl friends) left for the UK to study Chemistry. That left me with the only viable option: keep on dancing by myself, and take private lessons by myself.
So I started private lessons by myself, and something clicked. I was happy dancing along with my friend for all that time, but being alone gave me new liberties I had not thought of or felt before. So at my first lesson my teacher was wowed. Said I had never danced better.
I felt almost... powerful. After some hard words by my teacher (and others, but she did most of it) I had finally put it in my head that I am not crap. Heck, I am actually good! Not comp good or pro good, but good. And I might have some sort of style of my own. Yes indeed.
(I remember that a co-dancer and friend of mine commented at one lesson that she liked my movement, that it was very cat-like. Suffice to say I was shocked.)
So with that newfound boost of confidence, I went on for the past couple of months. Things had been going pretty cool, till lately I started feeling strange again. I started comparing myself to other people again, saw how they progressed and how quickly, saw what they had that I didn't. Suddenly I didn't feel so powerful anymore. What I had (a little bit of style and some good technique) was not so special. My standards went up again, and yet again I felt my confidence go downhill.
And that's how it goes with my confidence. Fragile as hell, it's on this crazy rollercoaster. Sometimes I feel like I'm worth a dime or two. Some others I feel I'm so what. And sometimes I'm terribly worried that all this talk of being crappy is all just an effort by my subconscious to produce compliments. It's not impossible. I hate the very idea.
Sometimes I think of making a living out of this thing I love so much. There are times it seems not only plausible, but highly possible as well. After all, love is all it takes, isn't it? Love and persistence and loyalty, in a way. Some other times all that talk sounds like bull in my ears. Who am I to teach anyone? I don't know s*** about dancing, I can't even decide whether I'm worth anything or not. I'm unstable in many ways, irritating in others. I'm no person to teach social dancing when I'm neither a social person nor a decent dancer. And I don't know if I'll ever be.
I feel like I'm in this shell. I don't let anyone in, I don't let anything out. Which would make it impossible for me to work on an dancers enviroment, unless I were some sort of superdancer, which I'm not. I don't mix well with other poeple, I can be snappy and irritable.
I don't know what to do with my life. I'm studying Physics because it's so general a topic I can do something with it later on when I decide what I want to do with my life. But it's hard to realise what I want when I've also got dancing on one side. I try to think of my life without it and I can't. It hurts. So this is what I want to do with my life? I can't picture myself doing anything. Perhaps dancing, but that's only sometimes, when my hopes are up.
So I'm disorientated career-wise and can't figure out my own self. My friends had always been supportive on issues I have had, but now they're all gone to different places. I'm stuck with the ones I never really communicated with.
I'm what? Disorientated career-wise, can't figure out my own self, I have no friends (university ate them). A LOT of pent-up frustration is somewhere in me, only I can't feel a thing. Very weird state of shock. I'm waiting for an outburst. It's not coming, but I feel bad energy leaking all around. It's sort of like having an alien in your guts.
So I really don't know why I'm writing and posting all this. To get it out of my system. Because maybe someone will say a wise word and something will go "clickety-epiphany" in my head and all my problems will be solved. Or maybe just because I wanted to.
Twilight Elena
Recently (late September to early October) my partner in crime and in dancing (also one of my very best girl friends) left for the UK to study Chemistry. That left me with the only viable option: keep on dancing by myself, and take private lessons by myself.
So I started private lessons by myself, and something clicked. I was happy dancing along with my friend for all that time, but being alone gave me new liberties I had not thought of or felt before. So at my first lesson my teacher was wowed. Said I had never danced better.
I felt almost... powerful. After some hard words by my teacher (and others, but she did most of it) I had finally put it in my head that I am not crap. Heck, I am actually good! Not comp good or pro good, but good. And I might have some sort of style of my own. Yes indeed.
So with that newfound boost of confidence, I went on for the past couple of months. Things had been going pretty cool, till lately I started feeling strange again. I started comparing myself to other people again, saw how they progressed and how quickly, saw what they had that I didn't. Suddenly I didn't feel so powerful anymore. What I had (a little bit of style and some good technique) was not so special. My standards went up again, and yet again I felt my confidence go downhill.
And that's how it goes with my confidence. Fragile as hell, it's on this crazy rollercoaster. Sometimes I feel like I'm worth a dime or two. Some others I feel I'm so what. And sometimes I'm terribly worried that all this talk of being crappy is all just an effort by my subconscious to produce compliments. It's not impossible. I hate the very idea.
Sometimes I think of making a living out of this thing I love so much. There are times it seems not only plausible, but highly possible as well. After all, love is all it takes, isn't it? Love and persistence and loyalty, in a way. Some other times all that talk sounds like bull in my ears. Who am I to teach anyone? I don't know s*** about dancing, I can't even decide whether I'm worth anything or not. I'm unstable in many ways, irritating in others. I'm no person to teach social dancing when I'm neither a social person nor a decent dancer. And I don't know if I'll ever be.
I feel like I'm in this shell. I don't let anyone in, I don't let anything out. Which would make it impossible for me to work on an dancers enviroment, unless I were some sort of superdancer, which I'm not. I don't mix well with other poeple, I can be snappy and irritable.
I don't know what to do with my life. I'm studying Physics because it's so general a topic I can do something with it later on when I decide what I want to do with my life. But it's hard to realise what I want when I've also got dancing on one side. I try to think of my life without it and I can't. It hurts. So this is what I want to do with my life? I can't picture myself doing anything. Perhaps dancing, but that's only sometimes, when my hopes are up.
So I'm disorientated career-wise and can't figure out my own self. My friends had always been supportive on issues I have had, but now they're all gone to different places. I'm stuck with the ones I never really communicated with.
I'm what? Disorientated career-wise, can't figure out my own self, I have no friends (university ate them). A LOT of pent-up frustration is somewhere in me, only I can't feel a thing. Very weird state of shock. I'm waiting for an outburst. It's not coming, but I feel bad energy leaking all around. It's sort of like having an alien in your guts.
So I really don't know why I'm writing and posting all this. To get it out of my system. Because maybe someone will say a wise word and something will go "clickety-epiphany" in my head and all my problems will be solved. Or maybe just because I wanted to.
Twilight Elena