Apparently, old habits die hard. I have come to the realization that, much the same as knitting is my hobby, so is folk dancing. The difference between the two is that learning new dances still scares me! Knitting, for me, is solitary; folk dancing is social, and I am still afraid of screwing up the steps and looking like an idiot. I remembered that last night while trying a new dance, and I remembered it when I tried to do this in Omaha:
Everyone else seemed to be able to do the steps inside the poles, but my brain wouldn’t cooperate, and I was not willing to keep trying until I “got it.”
Everyone else had a lot of fun.
There was a lot of onlookers analyzing the beat, and the steps.
A few gentlemen even tried to keep the beat while doing push-ups!
I’ll just have to get my brave on for next year!
