Another thing that works, is something my ex Tom suggested to me, ‘Just think of it as exercise’. Rather than some sort of crowd-impressing performance, akin to a bird-of-paradise display. He hit upon something. I feel zero self-consciousness in a trampolining exercise class, or sweating through a savage HIIT session that features burpees and star jumps. I started thinking of dancing as exercise. As a result, my dancing now involves rather a lot of jumping. Like a kid hopped up on too many sweets. I’m desperately uncool, and frankly, I don’t give a damn.
