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You don’t have to be the best at anything to be great at something? What? We all have self doubt and moments of uncertaintly, especially instructors like myself. Listen in for some advice on how to get past that.
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I can tell you that I am definitely not the best dancer in the world. In fact, as far as dancers go, I’m probably not even considered a good dancer. I don’t think that I am the best at anything for that matter. Someone like me should not even have the audacity to stand in front of a large group of people, many of whom are more fit than I am, better looking, sexier, and far better dancers, and “lead” them in anything.
Yet somehow, not only do I manage to pull this off several times a week, but my classes happen to be some of the most attended classes at both gyms that I teach. People absolutely love my classes. And mind you, I’m not the one saying this, I’m telling you what they tell me. I’m always grateful, but also always surprised at how happy they are afterwards.
When I see videos of myself teaching, I feel ashamed and embarrassed. You see, in my head, I think I look way cooler and more intense than I actually do. What I see is a guy who still has a belly to burn off, who’s stiff, and frankly kind of goofy. That’s when the doubt sets in, and I start to question what the hell I am thinking going up there and trying to teach?
However, it’s not about me, its about them! Also, despite how much I want to crap on myself, it cannot be denied that every week they keep coming and love my classes. This fact keeps me from going too far over the edge and self-sabotaging this thing that I love to do so much, whatever it can be called. Dancing?
Just remember, and I’ve said this many times before, we are our worst critics. The voice in our head is the meanest one you’ll ever encounter. So, ignore it for a second, take a look around at reality, not what you think it is, but what it actually is. Then work off of that. When you catch yourself wondering, “Who the hell do you think you are to be up there doing this thing you do?” Remember the answer: “Someone that they love and keep coming back for!”
Just a life long New Yorker sharing the journey through my lens. Please take note of a post’s date. The views I express here are subject to change and evolving as I grow and learn.