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You Can’t Make Me Dance
Reflections on habit #8 in my 30-day journey
Dancing daily seemed like a great idea for a habit. Pick a song that gets my body moving and move. How hard is that?
A lot harder than I expected. Rereading my original plan I note the promise to set an alarm on my phone to remind me to take a mid-afternoon dance break. Oops, I forgot to do that.
The first few days I picked a good song and danced around and felt pretty silly doing it. Not good silly, just why am I doing this silly. Let’s face it, a 50ish woman dancing alone in her kitchen should have children wandering in and out being utterly horrified and embarrassed by their mother or there really isn’t a lot of fun in it.
Doing nothing but dancing felt very forced and surprisingly not enjoyable at all. So, instead of taking a dance break mid-afternoon, I found myself conveniently forgetting about it. I’d head to the kitchen to start dinner and realized I hadn’t danced yet.
So I put some music on and danced while cooking. This I enjoy.
I have to call this habit a fail. I hated doing it as originally intended. I rarely remembered or forced myself to do it. But I did change it into a dinner prep, move to the beats session that I’m sticking to most of the time.
But honestly, moving to music while cooking was something I did before so I can’t really count this one as a new habit.
I’m calling it 6 out of 8 for habit success and continuation.
