Recently, I had to make a decision that was really though for me.
I had to quit dance.
I just had too many things going on, and my studio owner wasn't being super flexible with stuff. So I had to quit something that I had been doing since I was eight years old.
And honestly, I didn't think it was going to be that big of a deal.
I though, "Eh, I'll have plenty of opportunities to dance. I won't miss it that much."
Boy was I wrong.
Dance was a way I could escape from the world.
A way I could rant about my day without having to say a word.
A place where I could put all of my energy.
Where I could learn new things about myself.
Where I could challenge myself.
Where I could learn to love myself.
Where I could express myself without being afraid of judgement.
Where I could just be, me.
I've never thought that I was the best dancer. I'm not super flexible and super strong and super everything that a truly spectacular dancer should be.
But that's never what it was about.
It was about the triumph and the failure.
It was about the experience.
The experience of letting your body take over.
Putting on a song that speaks to you and letting your body say what words never have been able to.
Dancing isn't just a hobby.
It's the language of the heart and soul.
And oh do I miss it.
Dancing is part of me as well. You may quite dance, but it will never leave you. It is part of who you are :)
ReplyDeleteI quit dancing as well. Worst decision I ever made.
ReplyDeleteI think a lot of people can relate to this. Even if it's not dance. It could be art or football or playing an instrument.
ReplyDeleteHere's my question: is it too late to start up again?
"A way I could rant about my dad without saying a word"
ReplyDeleteWe all have ways to speak without opening our mouths.