Safety Dance

I’ve had Safety Dance stuck in my head ALL DAY!

I could totally analyze this song. It’s so deep. If you think of dancing as living out relationships, when your friends refuse to dance with you they aren’t cooperating and making the relationship harmonious. They are just on the sidelines or worse just standing still in the middle of the dance floor.

There’s a picture of God as the one who dances with himself. I think it’s really cool that he invites me to join him in this crazy dance that he’s inventing. I don’t think I’m a good dancer, I’m more of an expressive sloppy dancer really, sometimes I get stuck in a pattern and it looks weird. Communal dancing is kind of a hidden art form in America. We used to dance as a community (you know square, or contra dancing). The few times I’ve done that I loved it, because it’s moving together and just like playing a game and you don’t even have to be good at it to enjoy it. 

There are so many things that I feel like we think we have to be “professional” or expert level at before we’re allowed to enjoy it but the pain of getting there just kills it. So we say we like things when really they feel shity because we have all these expectations that we would be good at it. I hope I can dance badly and have the best time of my life because I suspect that dancing badly and enjoying it is far better than dancing well and hating it.

Shifting to a different topic

As you know if you’re reading this thing with any sort of regularity I quit my job recently. Now I’d like to give you an idea of what I’m thinking my next career step will be.

 After thinking it through, for like a half my life, I’ve come to the realization that I do better with very small groups of people. Also that I am more comfortable in an environment where healing and progress are goals. I’ve been told many times that talking to me is just like talking to a therapist. At first I resisted this idea because I was tired of doing school and there are things about the therapy business that I don’t like. Now I think it’s a real possibility. But first I need to figure out how to support myself through more school.

Another thing that’s reoccurred to me a lot since I was 15 is the spa industry especially esthetics. No I don’t think it’s perfect there are things about the beauty industry that make me sick. But I think it’s valuable to have someone out there who genuinely is about the health and wellness of the person in front of them not attaining the impossible image on the magazine cover. (Because let me tell you right now, those images are paintings they are not real. I know they look real, sort of, but they aren’t. I mean Google it there are a bunch of before retouch after retouch comparisons out there.)

So here’s the two step plan. One, become a licensed esthetician preferably the more advanced kind that can work in clinical settings. Build up a little practice then do that part time as I, two, get a master’s in some sort of therapy field as yet undetermined. I think this is a great plan and if I only succeed in doing the first step, no problem, that’s also a sustainable career. 

The as yet undetermined part is a little worrying. Oh well, that’s what I got now. That and the urge to point out that Esther and esthetician share the same first five letters, cheesy, I know, but people love cheese and it sells. AND I’m well aware that my name sake was a beauty queen (literally).

That really is all I have.