I remember reading somewhere, perhaps someone else’s blog, that flamenco dancers are the craziest people out there. Why? Because you have to be completely neurotic and obsessive, not to mention super passionate, to stick with it. Me? Crazy?? Well, maybe.
But apparently I’m not the only one. After tonight’s class and learning a “kick-butt buleria” choreography, my compañeras and I discussed how for the rest of the week we’d be constantly thinking about this little routine, and how this little hobby in general consumes most of our thoughts. Yay! I’m not alone!
I admit that I often lose sleep because I’m on YouTube till 2 a.m. looking at flamenco videos for inspiration. And that I’ve permanently moved my coffee table to the corner of the room to give me more space to perform living room solea por bulerias. And that every time I go into the restroom at work, I check to make sure no one else is there and then to do some marking in front of the full-length mirror. Oh, and I can’t start my work day without singing tangos in the car every morning.
As far as I’m concerned, every tiny little bit of practice I get — even if it’s just doing a discreet little dance in a public restroom — is all contributing to my growth as a dancer. And anyway, it’s these little moments that make my days a little more fun.
Married to the Dance 