I never really fancied myself much of a dancer. I would offer that I found my groove as I got older, but even then, I’d consider myself medicore at best. But even through mediocrity, I’ve always loved to dance. With time, I let go of the worry of looking good on the dance floor and just danced. But even then – I’d call myself a writer and a musician. But I would never call myself a dancer.
Then last year, I found hoop dancing. At camping and music festival, on a hot, lazy, summer afternoon, I stumbled upon some girls with hula hoops – a childhood toy, as far as I knew. But what these girls were doing was beyond anything I remembered from my childhood. Hooping at their waists and chess and around their legs and playing with the hoop off their bodies as much as on their bodies. I tried it myself and immediately fell in love with the whole thing. Hooping and moving and, dare I say, dancing? Not yet.
I went home, got myself a hoop, signed up for classes, and scoured YouTube for instructional and inspirational videos. But even then, something still held me back from really going for it. I still couldn’t claim to be a dancer. I knew I had a talent for the tricks, but I was never interested in just tricks. I wanted to DANCE.
Then I happened upon a video that changed my perspective. It really changed how I approached hooping. And a couple of weeks ago, I summoned all my courage and signed up for a workshop I took with Spiral and Rich (hooping legends) from Hoop Technique. It was during this workshop where I really started to see myself being good at this. Being great at this. Being fluid and artistic. It was the first time I felt like I was really moving easily with the hoop. It was the first time I called myself a dancer.