Lindy hop as metaphor: my instructor constantly has to remind me to wait for a lead and then follow it to the end of the momentum, as I’m awfully clever at guessing what I think will happen…
…and even if that’s not what my partner means, he’s forced to do it anyway. Probably a good approach for the hustle of a self-employed artist. Probably not so good for anything else.
This week’s exercise in letting go: spins in the kitchen and closed eyes on the metro to let the yaw of the train push me where I’m supposed to go.