09/06/2026
My Musing Today
Tonight I went to a dance class. Nothing like stepping out of your comfort zone - especially when your usual excuse is a full inbox and a stubborn habit of working every evening. I’ve done that for as long as I can remember: shift the balance towards work until the rest of life politely raises its hand and leaves the room.
Once upon a time aerobics was my ritual - great music, sharp moves, a teacher I adored for nearly 20 years. It kept me fit, co‑ordinated and quick in my legs, which is handy when you spend your life asking horses to find balance. After the pandemic it all changed; the hall was quiet, the classes thinned, life rearranged itself without asking permission. So last week, seeing a dance class pop up in the same local hall, same night and time, felt like a tiny calling I hadn’t realised I’d missed.
This was dancing proper, not just aerobics. There was a darkened room and disco lights. As a teacher - and yes, the ego wanted to comment - there were moves I simply could not do. I don’t like that. My inner competitor wanted to be flawless. Instead, I remembered something Legerete taught me: lightness, curiosity, the art of being present. Standing on that dance floor, learning from new people and a different teacher, I felt something shift. My body isn’t as sprightly as it was, but my enjoyment was; and that proved to be the fitness that matters most.
For teachers, playing the novice is medicine. It softens the ego, sharpens empathy and reminds you why you fell in love with movement in the first place. Tonight the music reminded me of rhythm in the saddle; the new steps echoed the tiny adjustments we ask of our horses. I’ll be back next week - older body, younger grin, and a little more balance in life.
If you’ve put something you loved on the shelf, what would you dust off first?
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