Last night (Thursday), I danced kizomba with a good friend. It's far from being my favourite style of dance, but something strange happened. I hadn't tried to present a good frame; I forgot about being technically perfect for a moment; I danced with a friend, and it just felt good to dance with a friend.
She followed everything I did, effortlessly, without fault. That doesn't surprise me. As much as she seems to want to credit me with being a good lead, she's an excellent dancer, and that makes things so much easier for me. I didn't have to wrestle with an uncooperative partner; I didn't have to correct a partner who had wrongly anticipated what I was going to do. I could just dance, because I trusted in her ability as a dancer.
I've heard people talk about dancers having a connection, and I think I understand what they mean. The nervousness that I usually feel on the dance floor had gone. It felt like a dance that might happen spontaneously, in an informal setting. Though I stuck to the basic moves I know well, it felt like I'd known them for a lifetime.
The way I dance is very much affected by how I feel. Without going into a whole load of psychological theory about cognitive functions, I operate via how something feels to me, or how I feel about it, more than most people would.
In a corner of the room, towards the end of the evening, with my legs already feeling like they might stop working as they should, it felt good to dance. Actually, it felt great.