Smith Rock is like nothing I've ever seen before.. sharp jagged rocks and gorgeous rushing river, bald eagles soaring over us, and days full of friends and laughter!! What else could a girl need?! 🏕❤️✨
What's your definition of a good time? Mine's solo hiking atop a high desert butte in the middle of winter. Ok, so maybe I added some details that are specific to this particular photo, but i do love the feeling of being alone in the desert miles away from anyone or anything, and this is one of my favorite places to find that solitude. It was very cold that day. I was hoping the sun would come out but it never did. That's ice btw. Hiking down the north side of this butte was pretty sketch considering there's no trail, and the ground was covered in a thin layer of snow and ice, and i waited until sunset before hiking down. Don't try this at home kids.
Why You Shouldn't Call It Quits Part 5 ~
I ended up staying in Spain for almost a year. I spent the first three to four months longing to go home. I really had no idea what I had signed up for. I wanted to leave so badly; I wanted to give up on flamenco, but pride kept me there. I wasn't willing to go home and admit that it had been too hard. I needed to stick with it, I needed to feel I had accomplished something.
Had I known then what I know now perhaps I would have approached things differently. Maybe I would have studied the dance and listened to more flamenco music before heading to Spain. Maybe I would have thrown myself into more classes from the start even though I felt afraid. Maybe I would have gone with a group. I'm not sure. But I did it the way I did it, and I learned some important lessons in the process.
Perhaps the biggest lesson was to persevere.
When you want to give up, keep going.
Sooner or later it will get better, and it's probably worth the wait.
Had I given up and come home who knows what I would be doing today. More importantly, who knows how I would have felt about myself. And who knows what kind of pattern that would have set for my life going forward. I learned the value of perseverance. With it comes growth. With it comes discovery. With it comes strength. I've been able to reference that time during many other instances in my life when I felt like giving up. I've been able to use it as evidence that I can do things I don't feel I'm capable of doing. I've been able to use it as a reminder that if I just stick with it, satisfaction (and often times something wonderful) awaits me on the other side.
Thanks for taking the time to read these installments. I'd love to know about your first flamenco experience, any kind of situation you stuck with even though you felt insanely scared or like it would be way too hard, or any time you wanted to give up on something but kept going... (I took this photo from the top of the Giralda in 2013.) You can read this article in full here: experienceflamenco.com/blog/2017/6/19/why-you-shouldnt-call-it-quits-my-first-flamenco-dance-experience-in-spain
Good morning! 😊 You know, anyone can take the low road and it doesn't take much to be weak. In fact, it rarely takes much energy to fail because you do not have to try to fail. My hope is that you are VALIANT in everything you do today! #goodmorning#bestrong
Why You Shouldn't Call It Quits Part 4 ~
In the beginning I couldn't even practice outside of class,
Everything felt so foreign that by the time I got home I could no longer access it. I didn't have a video camera, but I did have a note pad. I began writing down the steps. Ana had never seen anything like it. I could feel her impatience every time I stopped to write down a step. But she got used to it, probably noticing how it helped me. “¿Te lo apuntas?” “Do you want to write it down?” she began asking me after showing me something new.
I soon got to the point where I could actually practice at home. I was finally retaining stuff, finally getting better! I would get smiles from Ana. This felt good.
After a couple of months I began taking more classes from another teacher and renting studio space to practice in. I added in palmas classes and practices with a guitar student I had met. I got my first metronome. I started listening to flamenco music. Pretty soon Ana told me I was ready to take classes at Matilde’s academy. (See pics from that in Part 3)
I felt myself improving, but the more I learned the more I realized how little I knew and how much more I had yet to learn... Stay tuned for Part 5... (Pictured is one of the dance studios I rented to practice in.)