Lessons

In preparation for the Ohio Star Ball, my teacher texted a “Competitor’s Tip.”

Scores should not dictate a dancer’s reaction to the competitive experience. Instead, the goal is to gain experience on the floor, observe other dancers, and learn something new.

I’d heard variations of this recycled mantra before. Some coaches even go so far as to suggest these match-ups aren’t against anyone but ourselves.

Wonderful sentiment, but to the latter point, I say bullshit.

And game on.

Without a doubt, this sport requires considerable self-discipline and introspection. Some of my greatest life lessons come from dance. On the other hand, I love the contest, cherish a win, and hate to lose. Those Type A traits aren’t easily converted to a walk in personal growth.

Nonetheless, after recently placing 2^nd in Hollywood, I searched my soul for a lesson and came up with nothing.

Knowing time usually yields perspective; I tried again the next day.

Less than nothing.

It seems I’d OD’d on self-reflection and needed a more productive approach, like rearranging my cosmetics lab—a bulging suitcase of stage-ready experiments harvested at Sephora where I boast over 10,000 Beauty Insider points (aka: useless rewards for spending too much).

For the most part, my current collection of war paint gets the job done (though I’m always on the lookout for something better), but eyeliners claiming the perfect cat eye have left me considering a class action lawsuit.

Maybe their assertions work on the taut skin of a teenager, but I’m pushing 50. Applying a straight line on the wrinkly folds of an upper lid can only be compared to a toddler’s first attempt at drawing a maze.

On my last visit to Mecca (see above), I stalked the older 30ish looking salesperson. At least she was on her second pregnancy and appreciated the consequences of lost elasticity. She recommended Tarte EmphasEYES Waterproof Clay Liner, which I tested in Hollywood.

Call off the attorneys! Complete with a well-constructed two-sided brush, this slick gel is intense and easy to apply—even for a hypercompetitive battleaxe with nervous, shaking hands. (And me, too.)

So there it was—successful research and confirmation of my teacher’s encouragement. He’s absolutely right. There really is something new to learn at each competition.