Before last weekend I had no idea what a blog was. Never been on facebook or linked-in or any other social/business website (is it even called a website or is there some other name I don’t know?).
Anyway, the closest I’d come was shopping online at Amazon, Macy’s, Dillard’s, The Gap, and so on. And I finally started banking online but that’s mostly because I’m lazy. And I pay my bills that way. And I check my email every few days or hours or weeks depending on my mood. But, blogging, tweeting, posting? Too old for all that. I know I sound like your grandmother, but that might be because we’re the same age, okay?
On the other hand, when I was in my thirties and forties, I never imagined I’d start learning ballroom at the age of fifty-three. Of course back then, sixty sounded ancient. (If you’re still there, good for you, enjoy it.) I said good-bye (through gritted teeth) to my fifties a couple of years ago. Five years later I said hello to my new best friend–a talented plastic surgeon with a great bedside manner and kind eyes. I was doing pretty good with this new decade until last year when I read that middle-age stops at about, what, fifty-five? I think we need a new system.
But old or not, I’m at the dance studio 2 hours a day, three days a week and I go to competitions a few times a year. I’d take more lessons but then I wouldn’t be able to walk back to the car after my lesson (our knees don’t just get wrinkled).
Although the only thing I love more than dancing is my family (and this is for any of you who have just started or are thinking of taking lessons) it hasn’t been easy. It’s been hard physically, emotionally, and intellectually. Really hard.
The “page” I have titled Senior Dancing is about some of my experiences as an older dancer. If any of you out there have ever taken on something you’d always dreamed of doing and then discovered that dreaming was a hell of a lot easier, I’d love to hear about it. I hate feeling like the only fool wearing rhinestones with my wrinkles. Thanks for reading!