I’m an enthusiastic though not very good dancer. In fact, I met my husband in a dance class. I was in my forties and single when, at a party, there was a demonstration of Lindy Hop followed by a taster class. I joined in and loved it.
In my youth, I was always dancing. Didn’t most of us spend our teenage years secretly throwing shapes in our bedrooms? When had dancing fallen out of my life? Had I conformed to an unspoken rule that only the young are allowed to move their bodies in a certain way? Is adulthood the beginning of listening to sitting-down music, and keeping body movement to a minimum lest we be considered an ‘exhibitionist’? Somehow banned from imposing on our families the embarrassment of mum or dad dancing. But why? What’s the harm? Who doesn’t love a kitchen disco?
After that taster class, I signed up for Lindy Hop lessons, and from the moment I mastered the basic steps I went out dancing whenever and wherever I could. I’d come back from a night out dancing with my body tired but purring. I’d found a way of exercising that felt like fun rather than a hard slog. I found a friendly social scene where people of all ages mixed on the dance floor. I even found a husband.
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Since starting with Lindy Hop, I’ve tried lots of different kinds of dancing – ballet, contemporary, solo jazz, ballroom, salsa, northern soul and Zumba. Once I started looking there were loads of opportunities to explore dancing open to beginner adults. And it really doesn’t matter if I’m any good at it. I still get fit and have a laugh even if I can’t get my left foot to swivel, no matter how many times I try.
Introducing dancing back into my life has had a hugely positive effect on my wellbeing. I’m physically healthier and feel better about myself. I’ve met new people and learned new skills. I’ll never win any prizes, but I’m good enough to join in and enjoy myself. I really don’t care what I look like because I feel wonderful. Everyone has the right to dance, and I’m saddened by the number of people who feel too self-conscious to give it a go.