So, I haven't been blogging about trapeze class, but it's not because I haven't been taking class. It's because I start to worry that it's obnoxious and narcissistic to plaster pictures of myself all over my blog. Especially since these pictures are so flattering and show up how much more graceful I am than the rest of you people.
For me, trapeze is about letting someone else be in charge for once, and doing what I'm told. *ahem* THIS IS NOT A SKILL I TEND TO HAVE IN LIFE. I'm working on it.
You know what? I think I'm lucky to have a safe and encouraging place where I get to practice what it's like to be outside my own comfort zone. Where it's okay to take risks and fail, over and over; where it's okay not to be great at something. This is actually not a small thing. As a writer, I'm always taking risks. But as a writer with readers in lots of countries and a WIP that's taking a long time, the pressure to deliver, and to deliver a winner, is enormous. Failure does not feel like an option. This is not a complaint -- I'm damn lucky and I know it -- but it is a thing that can mess with your head if you're not mindful. At trapeze class, I fail over and over, then discover that the world doesn't end and I'm allowed to keep trying. What a relief this is!
I wonder if one of the things I'm practicing on the trapeze is learning that if I failed at writing, that would be okay, too? That actually, it's okay to fail at anything? That the point is to try?
("Failure" and "success" are weird words anyway. I've never been too sure what they mean. They certainly aren't as straightforward or as opposite as a lot of people think.)
It surely doesn't hurt that while I'm figuring all these things out, I get to fly.
The stripey socks pics today were taken by Molly. The cookies socks pics were taken by Christine. Thank you so much for all the pics, Molly and Christine! The classes depicted here were taught by Erin, Wendy, Kaz, John, Jon, Jake, Ally, Steve, and the president and co-founder of TSNY, Jonathan Conant (shown catching me above). Guys, I still can't believe you let me come and flop around on your equipment. I promise, one of these days I will remember to keep my feet together and point my toes.