The holiday queen

Well avid readers (of which I know there are hundreds),this middle-aged dancing queen is on the trip of a lifetime. A week in Florida to be followed up by three weeks in Greece. It has taken a few years of saving for this massive adventure but I've done it and we are here. By we I mean my friend, her partner and her two girls, my son Matthew and myself. It doesn't quite seem real, but it is. The very sore bum from sitting in economy for more than sixteen hours certainly attests to that. But at last we rest in real beds, to sleep real sleep. Never thought I would be able to sleep sitting up on a plane ....but I most certainly did. And speaking of sleep...... I need some. We have another plane to catch in the morning. This time to Orlando. Shopping. Disneyworld. Universal studios. Woohoo!!!!!! Holidays!!!!

"Get on it"... Part 2

It seems that there are those out there in blog world who would perhaps like to know what "it" is and why I have to "Get on it!!!"

OK.

"It" is my pressure step in my Rumba and my Cha Cha Cha.

I know...I can hear the sighs of disappointment from here. You were hoping for something else entirely. Something with a XXX rating perhaps??? But this is not the "Confessions of a middle-aged online dater" it's the "Confessions of a middle-aged dancing queen" so you have to expect it to be about my dancing. (I might just have to start up the other blog at a later date.)

Anyhow.............
Getting back to IT.(aka my pressure step)..... For some reason I struggle to be confident and aggressive with this step. The dances require me to put pressure on this front foot and get my weight balanced forward over the foot before I move into the next step but I don't.
Is it karma for trying to lead the dances in my early dancing life??? If it is, can I now please send my most sincere apologies to Karma for my indiscretions of the past. I'm a good girl on the dance floor now and I don't lead the man anymore. (Even if he does dance like shit)
Please Karma. Please take pity on a poor middle-aged dancing queen who only wants to do the dances properly so that she can get honours in her medals.

Another confession....

Here I go.. ...

I have to make yet another confession.  I haven't been out to a social dance in WEEKS. Actually, it's probably more like MONTHS. I'm so bad. I'm supposed to be the dancing queen but I haven't done any more dancing than my lesson and the monkeying around I do in the house when a great song comes on the radio.

I'm so ashamed. And I've got 3 new pairs of gorgeous dancing shoes that are collecting dust in my bedroom.

It's high time that I did something to rectify this situation!!!

Get on it!!

Oh my goodness. If he's told me once, he's told me a hundred times.
GET ON IT!!!! GET ON IT!!! GET ON IT!!!!!

But for some reason I just can't seem to get IT happening. I can't GET ON IT. I struggle to GET ON IT. It's like I'm afraid to GET ON IT.
I want to GET ON IT. .....
But every time I have to........failure.

AGE

Hang on....
Is 44 and 7/12ths middle age??? It's nearly half of 90 and I'd call 90 old, but am I middle-aged?
I don't feel middle-aged.
I don't think I look middle-aged.
Most of the time I don't act middle-aged.

One thinks of middle-aged as men or women going through a crisis. Would you consider the recent purchase of red, personalised, car registration plates as an example of me perhaps having a slight mid-life crisis?????

It has to start with tiny steps......

Well hello and welcome to my confessions.
But before I start, let me make one very important announcement/confession.....

I don't know what I'm doing!!! 

So if you want to hear all about why I am a middle-aged dancing queen you will have to bear witness to my blogging ineptitude. This experience may very well be a challenge to you the reader as much as it is for me but I know that I'm ready to tackle this latest learning experience.

If you're ready to risk a few trodden tootsies go and slip on your dance shoes, take your dance partner's hand and get your butt out on that dance floor with me.