I have started so many web projects in my life that constructing a new wordpress platform feels like coming home.
But today… this blog. This blog. This blog is different.
In this blog, more is stake than has ever been at stake.
I don’t mean to be dramatic. (Not today, anyway. I’ll save that for when I’m complaining about ladies styling.)
But I do wish to be honest, and to let you know why this feels a little bit scary to me.
In all of my previous web ventures, I was either behind the scenes, or the thing about which I wrote was so far removed from my personal life that I never had to worry about blurring the line between the blog and my life. In a lot of ways, I was a blogger at work, and a person at home.
To this day, almost 100% of my friends have never seen my other websites.
I really like it that way.
But in this topic, I am sure not only to just blur the lines, but to take them and mash ’em together like two drunk kizomba dancers.
Dance is my life. Dance people are my life. I can’t remember the last time I befriended (or slept with, for that matter) a non-dancer. A full 98% of my ‘friend’ adds in the last 12 months has been dancers.
Now my heart and my skill and my terrible, awkward bumbling through these dances is all of yours for the taking, my darling, beautiful friends.
So ask your mercy, and most importantly, your forgiveness.
I am an amateur in dance, as in all things. This blog is about the few things I have learned. It’s about the problems I am troubleshooting. It’s about elevating the discussion of what it means to have quality dances, as both a leader and a follower.
I have no desire to ever declare myself an authority on dance, period. I will never, ever think that have all the answers, or stop listening to feedback, or leave my humble, student-oriented mindset behind.
So this means that I will probably say things that are pretty dumb from time to time. I will probably have ideas that are second-rate. I will probably piss people off because I’m getting things wrong. I know. I am well aware.
I am sorry.
Please, in all of these instances, just tell me. Or don’t tell me. But I am the world’s biggest fan of open, honest, empathetic communication. I want to learn from you. I want to become a better person and dancer through you.
I want to be friends.
I will also probably look like an idiot. Hell, I certainly feel like one, approximately 100% of the time.
So I beg your forgiveness in that, too.
Or perhaps not – since feeling like an idiot and willing to go out and do the things anyway is precisely how I managed to fall in love with dance, and starting figuring out how it all works, in the first place.
I am excited, and I am nervous.
And sorry, and thanks.
Welcome to my blog…