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Zumba Dharma

11330015_10152922117146616_507874434507975438_nThere’s a new Zumba instructor on Thursdays and I’ve been noticing a pattern of arriving late to her class. She has brought new music, different choreography, and a whole new culture, including new folks I’ve never seen at the community center before.

As I sneaked into her first class of the new year this week, there were already 35 women grinding their hips to the beat and I had to find a spot away from my usual place near the door.

On the other side of the room I suddenly became aware of a new perspective. Beginner’s mind kicked-in and I could see my own resistance to this new situation. I decided to look at my own fear in that moment with a new-found curiosity. I found myself asking, “What would Kimo do?”

Kimo is the instructor I see the other five days of the week. She is a gifted teacher and choreographer: joyful, funny, real, demanding in a good way, and so good at dancing. Always able to go with the flow, I have seem her tie her shoes in the middle of a number without missing the beat; deftly step around a puddle from a leaky roof; overcome technology glitches with the stereo system, speakers, iPod, and microphone. She even taught in bare feet one day when, for the only time in her long career, she forgot her workout shoes. The show must go on and Kimo does, day-in, day-out with grace, humor and aplomb. (There are links at the bottom of the page to view Kimo’s dance artistry.)

But my favorite thing about Kimo is her way of “telling it like it is” in charmingly Japanese-accented English. I find myself using Kimo’s wisdom, not only to get me through the challenge of Zumba, but the challenges of being a human being.

Here’s a little of Kimo’s dharma applied to Zumba and life in general:

Show up and do your best

This is my first chance to focus on the positive. I’m in the room and that’s half the battle. It is far better than procrastinating, sitting at my desk wasting time,  or worse, not going and then complaining that I don’t like the new teacher. I owe it to myself to acknowledge the fact that I am here and to do the best I can.

Look at the instructor’s reflection in the mirror

Rather than being pulled off by those around me (distraction) or watching the instructor’s feet (tunnel-vision), if I concentrate on the teacher in the mirror, I see the whole picture. Everything I experience is a reflection of my mind. Watching Kimo or Kristine in the mirror, I can much better understand my own movement. This is instantly relaxing and centering, even though I must keep reminding myself to do it. Seeing the instructor smiling, I realize that I have the karma to experience such a beautiful sight, such grace, power and coordination. I smile back at the reflection.

Keep marching when you don’t know the steps

It’s not about being perfect, but moving to the music. The more I march in place, the easier it is to find my rhythm and step in time with the others. Again, a wave of relaxation comes over me as I stop trying to do anything other than feel the music and keep marching. Soon I am effortlessly catching onto the complex choreography and laughing to myself with every “misstep.” How often in life do we psyche ourselves out when, if we just keep going, our problems will naturally work themselves out?

“I have faith in your booty!”

Kimo actually said this one day and instantly had everyone laughing. She encourages us to play, have fun, laugh and not take ourselves so seriously, and yes, shake our booties! Having faith in my booty means to stay grounded in knowing that I don’t have to be perfect, but just move and allow my body to lead the way. A baby doesn’t worry how she looks during those wobbly first steps. She just wants to get from point A to point B. And for those of us who think it is silly to shake our booties in middle age and beyond, Kimo puts us in our place. As long as we are able, we should shake it, and have fun doing it!

Don’t forget to check yourself.

If you want to really learn the dance, watch yourself in the mirror to check if your moves match the choreography. Once you can do it while looking in the mirror, you will develop the muscle memory that allows you to dance rapturously oblivious to outside cues, just feeling the music and letting your body lead the way. Similarly, we can’t expect to learn how to live a virtuous and happy life unless we observe our own thinking and conduct, looking at ourselves first when there is a problem. Self-reflection and self-correction help us to develop the habits that produce a meaningful and happy life.

Keep coming back!

The last and most important of Kimo’s instructions: “Keep coming back!”  No repeat, no result. Progress, not perfection. There are many ways to say it, but the bottom line is that unless we do a little every moment, every hour, every day, week in, week out, we can’t get to the bigger goals. So just remember not to bully the small efforts you make every day. Congratulate yourself often for showing up, again and again. Your attitude will improve and you will develop a strong and positive new habit where there was once complaining and procrastination.

After reminding myself to act like a brand-new beginner and to heed Kimo’s masterful words, I know that I will now look forward to classes once again. I have broken through my negative attitude about the new Zumba instructor and I look forward to this coming Thursday – a new day, a new dance and a new dharma.

Kimo’s Facebook Page

Kimo’s Choreo YouTube Channel

Kimo’s Zumba Website

 

 

 

 

 

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Late Bloomers Unite!

Screen Shot 2014-04-03 at 7.26.43 PMLast week I attended Pioneer Nation, an inspiring and exhilarating hands-on gathering of new economy entrepreneurs. Imagine three or four hundred of the brightest and most eager up-and-coming solopreneurs, all perked up on Portland micro-roast coffee and donuts, ready to download their next big idea. With this much brilliance and passion all in one room, the energy in the big hall at PNCA in Portland was off the charts.

Knowing a bit about Pioneer Nation’s mastermind, Chris Guillebeau, founder of the World Domination Summit (WDS) and author of $100 Startup and the The Art of Nonconformity, I harbored high expectations going in. Perusing the all-star line-up of keynote speakers and workshop leaders, I also anticipated that most of the attendees, like Guillebeau himself, would be millennials, in other words, young enough to be my kids. I was concerned about how I would fit in.

So one of my biggest surprises at Pioneer Nation was the age-diversity of the participants. I met grandmothers, and kids who barely looked like high school grads (maybe they were in high school), and everyone in between. Each person I approached glowed with such fire and passion that it was often hard to tell their age at all. There we were, a handful of hundred souls, all just focused on service, creative freedom and right livelihood. It was a huge relief that age or generation seemed not to matter at all!

A day after Pioneer Nation, while still high from the experience, I met up with a longstanding friend who’s just moved to Portland. Despite having a degree from an Ivy League school and the smarts to match, Courtney has never had a job. Rather she has followed her avocations while supporting her husband’s business and raising her children, her way. Nearly finished being a full-time mom, Courtney is now ready to embark on her own career. She has a great idea and the time and resources to devote to pursuing it. But still she has doubts. I asked Courtney what she thought her biggest obstacles were. She immediately identified a negative mind-set that bothers many of us who embark on a new path after the ripe old age of, say, 38: “It’s too late. I’ve missed the boat. I’m behind. I’m out of it.”

In a wonderful New Yorker article titled “Late Bloomers; why do we equate genius with precocity?” Malcolm Gladwell argues: “The Cézannes of the world bloom late not as a result of some defect in character, or distraction, or lack of ambition, but because the kind of creativity that proceeds through trial and error necessarily takes a long time to come to fruition.”

Yeah. It turns out that some people peak early because they are conceptual. They have clear ideas of what they want to create and they just follow the steps of creation. Boom. Some of us, on the other hand, proceed experimentally. We have to take our time.

Clarissa Pinkola Estes also talks about late bloomers in her wonderful audiobook, The Dangerous Old Woman Series, where she devotes a complete chapter to the subject. She compares the the different creative cycles to the plant world. While daffodils push through the ground in the early days of spring, sunflowers don’t bloom until late summer. Either way, we’re all perfectly in-tune with nature.

So for any of you who have ever felt you’ve missed the boat, to those who are concerned that it’s too late or that you’re too old to start writing that blog or book, or designing the widget you are over-the-moon passionate about, I’d like to offer a few thoughts:

Life is Impermanent. We don’t know how long we’ve got. Far from being a depressing thought, we can use this idea to help us focus every day on what most fires our passion.

“Everything is figure-out-able,” as Marie Forleo often says. So maybe I’m not going to learn HTML or Mandarin in this life time, but there are so many amazing resources out there! From Google to Lynda.com to those geeky consultants who live to show us how to do what we want to do in 4 easy steps on YouTube, resources abound. So figure it out and have fun doing it!

Learning and growing keeps you young. You don’t have to believe me. There is scads of research to prove that keeping busy is the way to go if you value longevity and vitality.

So remember that you’re not alone. Many of us are pushing the creative envelope and cashing in years of life experience to pursue a long-cherished idea or dream. Reach out and find support in the tribe of late blooming entrepreneurs. You’ll find us next year at Pioneer Nation, rubbing elbows with the wunderkind.