Wednesday, April 6, 2011

We All Have Little Girl Dreams of Making it Big

UPDATED: April 7, 2011

Ok, so I wrote this post last night after watching "American Idol." Then, without anticipating it, a person who seemed to be just about everyone's favorite, Pia Toscano, was eliminated on Thursday night. Clearly, she is in a caliber of her own and does not need a show like "American Idol" to be successful. 

Even though I participated in the "I'm outraged" and "what just happened" reaction, I do believe that she, just like every little girl (and boy) who tries to do what they believe they can do, is already a winner. 

Now a question for you, what is it that you really want to do? What's stopping you? 


Thanks to Charlie Sheen winning seems to be everything these days.
It’s not about winning, though. It’s about trying. It’s about getting up after falling down. It’s about trying that dance move one more time. It’s about wearing that ballerina outfit even though you think you look like a marshmallow when you’re wearing it. It’s about singing country, if you’re a little bit country, instead of singing rock ‘n roll. 
Just saying.
When I was about 7, I was in a little dance troupe. I was in a class called “intermediate jazz.” I wasn’t reformed enough for the ballet. I was way to attention-deficit for that, and not quite coordinated enough for tap (as much as I wanted to be). I had these small-town, big-girl dreams of making it big. 
Our dance teacher decided we would be dancing our final number to “A Spoonful of Sugar” from Mary Poppins. Little did any of us know then that a spoonful of sugar made me dangle from the chandeliers and not dance. 
I can still remember holding hands with the other members of our all-girl group as we wore these checkered red and white leotard outfits with frilly white things attached to them and sparkling red hats. We skipped are way to the right, and then around, in a circle. Then there was something about “jazz hands.”


Apparently, if you spread your hands open really wide you can feel the energy coming out of your fingertips. I think it was just the blood freaking out about which way to travel.
Somewhere, in the home archives, and not in this house, my parents have a picture of me in that dorky little outfit. Man, I thought I was something else. And, like almost every 7 year old girl, I knew, I was going to be a star. 
23 years later, all I an say to that is just dance. Lady Gaga got that right. Just dance. 
And, in the words of my eighth grade language arts and social studies teacher, to my friends, and to those who try, “You’ll always be famous to me.”
It’s not about winning. It’s about believing. 
It’s not about being famous, or even trying.

It’s about being you. Red and white checkered leotard with frilly white thing, and all. 

1 comment:

  1. This post really strikes a chord with me. I LOVED dancing when I was a little girl - and danced for about 13 years. When I got to high school, one of my "friends" made fun of me for being in dance lessons. Like any insecure 16 year old would do, I promptly quit dancing.

    It's probably not much of a surprise that I'm no longer friends with that girl. And now, I'm so mad at myself for ever quitting dancing. I wish I had had the courage then to be me and do what makes me happy. I guess all I can do is learn from mistakes and have that courage now.

    Thanks for the post!


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