Embracing awkward

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Question: Is there something you have always wanted to do that lingers in the back of your mind…whispering?  I actually have a bit of a choir going on up there, so much to do in this one short life.  But I’m happy to say I just checked off one lil’ desire:

TRAPEZE & AERIAL SILKS CLASS.  Done and done. 

Well, really I’ve just begun, but I did complete a seven-week series, and I’m pretty sure I’ll go back for more.

To say I was nervous going into my first class would be a pretty big understatement.  I arrived 45 minutes early just to make sure I wouldn’t feel rushed, walked into the slightly terrifying, yet super beautiful room at Night Flight Studio and quickly tried to make a buddy.  There were about twelve of us first-timers there — all women, all fit, and all seemingly in their twenties.  Deep breath.  I held my own during the half-hour warm-up, although my arms were already starting to burn.  oh shit.

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After warm-ups, we split into two groups: half on the trapeze, half on the aerial silks.  I started on the silks…Saweeeet.  I will admit this is the main reason I was in the class.  I’ve always been in awe of sexy graceful women who seem to effortlessly (yeah right) climb, wrap and suspend themselves from colorful fabric pieces in midair.  Needless to say, my first attempts were far from sexy or graceful…or effortless.  Words like awkward, weak and way-harder-than-it-looks come to mind.  However!  I did manage to climb my way up to the very top which felt like a huge small success.

Onward to the trapeze. 

I think it goes without saying that swinging from my knees from a swinging bar was not the most comfortable thing I’ve done recently. In fact, it really hurt.  As did white-knuckling the thick ropes as I attempted to suspend my entire body while lifting my knees to my chest.  Again, not. sexy.

As hard as it was, I did commit to showing up seven weeks in a row…attempting new tricks, feeling totally lame and waking up all kinds of sore the next day.  I’m pretty sure I was the worst person in the class.

By the third week, my mantra became, “It’s amazing that I’m even in the room,” which *did* actually make me feel better every time I said it to myself.  All in all, it was an awesome and super humbling experience.  Being “bad” at something or brand new to something forced me to strip away my ego, step out of my comfort zone and……drum roll please…..

STILL BE OK.

In fact, I was more than OK.  I was better for it.  And, I have the blisters to prove it.

What whisper will you answer in the new year???

xo

 

 

 

 

 

3 Comments

  1. Wow, I really love this article. Lately I have really been trying to be less of a perfectionist and this really get’s to the core of it. You can be bad at something and still be o.k., heck, even have a great time doing it even tough you might suck a little.

    Also, I think everybody has those little whispers, props on you for answering yours and challeging your readers to do the same!

  2. Flora….this is so cool. I had no idea they even offered anything like this! What my heart is telling me is to keep up with my workouts and weight loss. I am going to reach my goal!!! Also make art and LOTS of it!!!!

  3. lol, ‘it’s amazing that I’m even in the room”!

    such a good reminder to just show up and be present in whatever we are doing, however we are doing it

    I love your work, I love your blog, thank you for sharing both

    blessings for the New Year!

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