Friday, May 24, 2019
I cannot attend tap dancing classes on a weekly basis. So I am always falling behind. New steps are taught while I am not there. I am constantly behind. When I go home to practice I am dreadful about remembering or making tap steps happen as practiced badly in class. Thus I am dreadful when I practice each day. My ego is crushed. Pride takes a tumble. But there is one reason that I continue. I enjoy tapping. Isn’t that what ought to be important in undertaking something that attracts you? Being good or better than others, being praised, feeling like a big deal, all these things are fleeting and superficial. I believe the question is, “Do I enjoy what I am doing?” Yes it is work and effort, but I do still feel good about my pathetic attempts to dance. I do it for myself, and not for others. Tapping is not a service project. It is my fun. When I run, I should do it to enjoy myself, or maybe “give God pleasure.” Maybe I give God pleasure when I tap? What do I know.