I injured my knee in karate weapons class – not a bad injury, as injuries go. I won’t require surgery if I do what I’m told by my doctor. Still, I’m sidelined for awhile.
In karate, I can wait. I know a few weeks won’t change who I am and what I can do. I’ve been at it for 27 years. So, I’m looking at the big picture, not the inconvenient few weeks picture. Therefore, I am more patient and can wait.
Dance is different.
I took Ballet in college because I had to. The karate classes were full and I needed art and activity credits to graduate.
I hated it.
It was one of those “beginners” classes where the stars of the class were taking it for the third or fourth time, and the rest of us simply didn’t measure up. Nonsense really, but graded nonsense.
My ballet class now isn’t that. It is filled with a mix of wonderful people who aren’t trying to show everyone else how great they are – they’re just dancing. Most of them are Latin dancers trying to improve their movement for their dance of choice.
I’m in it for the ballet. For the grace. For the strength. For the poise. Waiting and watching is making me itch – I want to get back even knowing how much catching -up I’ll need to do to be ready for our group performance.
In this, I’m like a kid. Impatient to be doing, not watching.
When it comes right down to it, I guess what I like most is being an active part of this community of dancers. They are focused on themselves – but also on the group.
Karate is an individual endeavor. Control of self is key.
Dance is collective. Many moving parts making a whole synchronized package.In dance, the whole is definitely greater than the sum of its parts.
I love both – I’m just itching to get back, and realize that patience is not a disease inflicted only on the young.