That Don't Impress Me...Much

Today was the day of the never-ending dance class.  Demetri and I started working on a routine last Monday to "That Don't Impress Me Much" by Shania Twain.  We were supposed to do more choreography on Saturday, but review took forever and he ended up having to leave before we could work on our dance at all.  So today, after 1 1/2 hours of reviewing advanced steps, and about 45 minutes of waiting for Marie to get free enough to tell us a little more about what she wanted us to do, we spent nearly 2 hours completing the choreography.  My feet officially hurt.  2.5 inch heels for 4 hours straight, over 3 of which were spent dancing= major blisters on the balls and heels of Janet's feet.

Anyway, the routine doesn't really impress me right now because it is still far from polished, but we're going to work on it after the final on Saturday, and it will become whatever it is destined to be.  It is a bittersweet ending to 5 really fun years of dance classes.  And, honestly, I couldn't ask for a better partner than Demetri.  He was so exhausted today, and yet he still put all of himself into coming up with the choreography and reviewing it today for hours.  Plus, on top of that, he also spent time working on a routine with one of the students he is partnering for her final routine.  Even though acting out the style of the routine can be a little difficult for me at times, he is so much fun to dance with.  Thankful for him tonight. 

I will say, the dance itself is going to be a lot more enjoyable than I thought it was going to be, in spite of the sore feet and the awkwardness of having to be flirty throughout the dance.  And Marie is happy with it, which is what matters.  She has been critiquing my lack of expression during practices, but on our last run-through she got really excited because apparently I extended my arms better and more expressively...or something.  I don't really know, but I'm just glad she's pleased.  I've been blessed to have her as a dance instructor for over 5 years, and I haven't ever paid her for a lesson; they've all been through my tuition or free instruction because I helped her as a teacher's assistant.  If nothing else, I want this routine to make her smile to see how far (and it is VERY far) that I have come since I started.

So, after coming home, soaking my feet while I worked on my worship study, and putting on tons of lotion and socks to keep it from all rubbing off, I'm now sitting here, typing this, doing my best to focus on all of the excitement, all of the enjoyment, all of the fun.  And not on the sore feet, awkward moments, or frustration.  Because, in the end, dancing is something I will always enjoy, and I want to remember this time fondly, not with regret. I want those good memories to "impress me much."