Belly Dance Artist

Belly Dance Artist

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

The Talent Code: Primal Cues

I'm in the midst of reading "The Talent Code" by Daniel Coyle. I just finished the chapter on primal cues and my brain is having fun picking out why it is I have focused on body movement for the majority of my life.

When I was about 4 or 5 years old and my mother was about my age now, we were watching the Olympics one afternoon; specifically the women's gymnastics floor routines. She was telling me how she was in gymnastics in high school and wondered if she could still do a few things. Which she could and which made my mouth drop. I had the "I want to do that," moment. I did get a few weeks of gymnastics training at a gym thanks to my grandmother, but that was short lived for financial reasons. But that I think did it... seeing my mom do some crazy tumble in our back yard sealed the deal. It took the Olympics in what seemed like a Disney movie on TV and made it real and attainable.

I did take all the swimming lessons I could get my hands on, both in the winter and summer... but that fizzled out when there was nothing left but competetive swim, which I tried and hated with a passion.

I became a decently avid tree climber until my family moved and switched neighborhoods around the time I started Middle School wherein I played flute for 3 years or so. High School brought on an era where I did nothing but read and focus on school. For about a year or two I focused pretty heavily on running; conveniently around the time I met my husband, who lived conveniently 3 miles away. The running fizzled out by the time I started college.

Once in college I was handed a fitness class brochure in one of my health classes and for whatever reason I fixated on the belly dance class that happened to be right after my class ended. I became pretty focused on getting my body to move as gracefully as my teacher's.

I then ended up at a local show where I saw TribalTique perform and had the instant "I want to do that," reaction to their ITS performance.

8 years later, here I am... happy as a clown and belly dancing like a fiend.

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