WCS Dance Competition
Okay, yes: this is possibly one of the smallest venues I could possibly compete in: Pismo Beach Country Western Dance Days. (I don’t think they even have a web site.)
But I did compete, and my partner (Carrie) and I somehow managed to get first place in the West Coast Swing Jack-n-Jill competition. (woot!) It may be a small win, but I am pretty excited about it. Not only did we get a cash prize (10$ each!), but (more importantly) we got a free pass to the Halloween Swingthing in Orange County.
Shout out to my dance teacher, Linda Drake. Her instruction is top notch, and I’m glad the central coast has talent like hers.
I can honestly say I competed that night just for the fun of it. I didn’t know who else was dancing… I just thought it would be fun just to get to dance a couple of extra songs. I didn’t know the first song at all, but fortunately knew the second song (a cover of “Fever”) very well. I just danced. I had fun. And in the end… I guess people liked it. Not a bad way to spend an evening.
Driving home that night, after all was said and done, I realized the littleness of me in it all. I began to wonder at God as creator: he fashions dexterity, grants feeling and touch, engineers auditory senses, crafts dexterity… and then all of this gets mixed in with an intangible something that makes us want to respond to music. I see my dancing as the result of his craftsmanship - my role perhaps, at best, is disciple to the craft. Even more than that, this is not something I could ever teach myself: credit must also be given to my teacher Linda. So really, my role, my performance, is rather minor: instead, I am the result of God’s craftsmanship and another’s instruction.
And I’m very thankful for both. I need to keep that in mind, lest I begin to think that because I can (occasionally) dance well at some small event that my worth is derived from my skill. That would be an unfortunate way of thinking.