Day One.
I’ve been putting off dancing for quite some time now and I had a talk with my sister yesterday about how I feel like I was put on this earth to dance. When I dance I feel like nothing matters anymore. When I write it doesn’t do my thoughts and emotions justice. There’s such a limit on what I can do with writing but when I’m moving my body it like it’s endless. I can express myself more freely when I’m dancing. Through movement I can show you how I’m feeling without saying a word and hopefully you understand my inspiration behind it.
I help off on it so long because I was scared. I was scared of starting over and just starting fresh. It’s a bad habit of mine really. I find myself hesitating to take that first step forward just like dipping your foot in murky water. I don’t know what to expect and I don’t know what’s going to happen. And it’s those thoughts that hold me back from the things I want to pursue. But it’s interesting how after I take that first step, everything just flows through.
I breathe to dance. And there’s not a moment in my life where it wasn’t on my mind. It is my passion yet my fears held me back from it. But here I am starting over and it feels good. You know runner’s high? Well I have dancer’s high.
