I listened to my motivational tape for the last time and did my last practice. I packed my clothes for tomorrow. The little bag with my stockings and jewelry and other things I need for performing is waiting by the door.
I'm ready.
I hope.
Last night I wrote a letter to myself about all the things that are wonderful about my dancing. It was a good experience. I've put my heart and soul (and time and money) into learning ballroom dancing.
Tonight while I was practicing it hit me that I am a risk-taker. I'm doing a quickstep exhibition tomorrow. It opens with an applejack. I'm doing a Viennese waltz.
My Barbra Streisand routine is almost entirely a solo. Nobody can pull me out of it if I make a mistake or lose my place.
I'm dancing tomorrow because I'm passionate about doing this. No easy outs. This is a hugely important part of my life, and I'm completely committed to it.
And now I'll close with what all dancers say to one another before a performance: Merde! (No, we don't joke about breaking a leg!)
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