About this time last year, I realized I didn’t have a hobby. I like to read, and I read quite a lot. But I was starting to get an itch to learn a new skill.
After becoming a mom, all of my hobbies slowly—and all at once—became caring for my children and cleaning up after them. I was wholly concerned with their growth and welfare. I read to them every day, encouraged their curiosity, and helped them find their interests and grow their passions.
Being a good mother is my number one priority… but I realized it doesn’t have to be my only priority. I needed to find my interests and grow my passions.
A few years ago, my husband fulfilled a lifelong dream by joining an adult hockey league. He inspired me to gain new skills, or at least attempt to do so.
Therefore, I signed up for an adult tap dancing class about nine months ago. (Yes, that exists.) As an introvert, it was certainly a step out of my comfort zone to show up on day one of the class, knowing no one. Also, while driving there, I realized that the last time I wore tap shoes, Bill Clinton was the president.
But I went. I showed up. And it was glorious.
Everyone there was so kind and welcoming. It didn’t matter that my tap dancing skills were over 25 years rusty. Every woman in that room was there to have fun and learn a new skill. No one batted an eye if I missed a step or lost my way.
I quickly looked forward to tap class each week, and not just because it was a night off from the monotony of the kids’ bedtime routine. I was thrilled when I mastered an Irish or a triple-time step. I practiced in the shower, in the kitchen, and even in the elementary school pick-up line. I wanted to excel in my new skills, but not for a recital or show for anyone else. For me. For my own self-satisfaction and pride, which was wonderful.
I am so glad I stepped out of my comfort zone. Each week, I expand my horizons and get a good workout.
