I am a relatively simple person; it doesn’t take much for me to have a good time. I enjoy piece and quiet, and as such, I enjoy pastimes that promote this. I’d rather curl up with a good book or video game system than party any day of the week. “Relaxation is key” is my personal motto. So when the weekend rolled around last week, I decided that instead of getting a head start on my homework, my time would be better spent relaxing from the stress of the week. And by relax, I mean play video games until my eyes rolled out of my head from staring at the screen for so long. I know that many would deem this a poor way to spend ones time, and honestly, I kind of did as well. “You could be doing something productive with your time,” is the thought that often danced in my head whenever I looked at the time. I could practically feel the guilt gnawing at my chest as hours quickly melted away. I literally had to stomp the guilt away by justifying that I probably wouldn’t have the chance to relax for a while so I might as well as take advantage of the time. And that’s how I spent my Friday.
The next day I decided that I would spend my time in a productive manner. I have no idea what came over me. I rolled out of bed around seven in the morning and dragged myself over to my laptop; music in the morning always gets me pumped. I decided that it was time to give my room a deep cleaning. My mother always complains that whenever I’m home for the weekend, it takes not a minute for my bedroom to look as if someone has lived it for weeks without cleaning. And she’s right. I’ll be the first to admit that I have a bad habit of tossing my clothes around. In my defense, it is my room. But on the other hand, there is only so much disorganization I can stand. Let it be known that cleaning my room is typically a three day work in progress for me simply because of how easily distracted I am. My short attention span surely didn’t fail that day. Not even an hour into cleaning, my youtube music playlist I stumbled across a video clip of a couple dancing on the show So You Think You Can Dance.
I was simply in awe of the talent of the dancers. I myself cannot dance. However, I can definitely appreciate the beauty and elegance of someone who can. Dancing is a performing art; an art that I wish I knew more about. My art expertise lies within studio art. Yes, I can create things with my hands, but arts such as poetry and dance have always been out of reach. Or have they? At that moment of cleaning, it came to me that as a young woman, I should learn how to dance formally- something along the lines of the waltz and the like. And that’s when it hit me! Forget cleaning my room! I’m going to learn how to dance! At the time, I envisioned that the rest of the day would look something like this:
In actuality, it ended up looking more like this: