Stepping Into Hip-Hop
I’m still struggling to make my blog about something. I love music as equally as the next blogger, but there’s already so many blogs dedicated to that and they’re much better at talking about the topic of music than I ever will be. I like science and random factoids and knowledge bits that you can either apply to your life or just feel enriched by. But that doesn’t seem like a good fit for UIC Radio. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’ll find my special radio voice, but for now I’ll follow on the same trend of sharing bits and pieces of my life…
Tonight I did something new. Tonight I went to a hip-hop class lead by one of my friends. It’s something that I don’t think I would have ever done, regardless of knowing the person who was teaching. I’d be too embarrassed of looking foolish or messing up or questioning why I was there at all because I’d probably think I look like garbage. But for awhile now I’ve been harboring the strange desire to dance, any kind of dance. Maybe it’s because I’ve missed skating and feeling that creative connection with my body, but it’s also been the desire to be more confident in myself.
For some time now, it’s becoming more and more apparent how reserved and timid I am, and how unwilling I am to make a mistake in fear of looking poorly in front of others. That hasn’t gone away, and it won’t after one hip-hop class, but I’m glad that this desire has become strong enough for me to do something about it. I’m already thinking about finding classes on my own and trying different styles. There’s so much that I feel I’ve kept hidden and it’s about time that it surfaced.
I’m so thankful for my friend Ziba and how enthusiastic and inviting she is of others. She’s got a talent of making people feel comfortable and to just be themselves. I’m looking forward to this next month of hip-hop, and what’s looking like a step in the right direction of getting myself out of the rut I’ve been in.