Ceara

Worlds 2017 is done and dusted! This worlds was a success for a lot of reasons. I finally figured out a training plan that worked for me (more posts on that to come!), and most importantly I figured out my mental game for the first time. I’ve always psyched myself out at the worlds and underperformed one of my rounds (or both), but this time I went in calm and kept my head about me. I had the best two rounds of my life, and my teachers were so happy.

When Dan Armstrong passed over my number during the recalls, I was surprised because I thought I danced so much better than last year, but results are never guaranteed. It was a different panel, a different competition, and a huge pool of incredible dancers. (It turns out I wasn’t even close to the recall). I cried a little, hugged a lot of friends, and had a frigging delicious Guinness to cap off the day.

Every major, it’s the same story. Training is going great, then 1-2 weeks before the competition, I have a totally awful night of dancing, and I leave class sobbing because I’m terrified that I can’t do this and I’m a horrible dancer and how could I ever achieve the goals I’m dreaming of? Even though I know these thoughts are all irrational, I need a purge to get them all out, and then I know I’m ready to go. Fun fact: mine happened tonight.