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Thanks for sharing your life in one sentence with us last week!
When I was younger I loved and lived to dance; ballet, tap, jazz, lyrical, pointe; they were all my favorite. I spent many hours, several days a week at the dance studio taking any and every class I could. And when I wasn’t taking a dance class, I had dance on the brain. I would choreograph dances with my sister or friends; I would dance down the aisles of the grocery store with my mom.
I was a dancer. Being a dancer defined me and was such an integral part of my life. I would have never believed you, if you told me there would come a day that I would stop dancing.
But that day, that day I never though would come, the day I stopped dancing did in fact come. I packed up my dance shoes, put away my tutus, and said, “See ya later” to my drawers and drawers filled with tights, leotards, and leg warmers. I remembering being sad, I remember feeling numb, I remember feeling like I was giving up on my dream.
But I also remember knowing in my heart, that while I loved dance with all of mybeing, and all of my soul, I knew that it would never be more than a hobby. I wasn’t going to dance for New York City Ballet. I wasn’t going to be on Broadway. I wasn’t going to open my own dance studio. When I stopped dancing at 15 I promised myself I would dance again.
And last week, I finally made the promise happen as I dusted off (both literally and figuratively) my old ballet and tap shoes. For the first time in over 10 years I took both a ballet and tap class (go big or go home). I was amazed at just how much my feet remembered!! My brain was a little rusty with terminology, but my feet remembered it all.
And as I changed out of my ballet shoes, and laced up my tap shoes I couldn’t help but feel inspired. I felt like I was becoming me again! I was remembering my love and my passion for something; something I could not believe I had let slip out of my life for so long. I felt strong, and empowered, and more than alright! As I danced across the floor, I was becoming a better version of me!
And would you like to guess what our first song was as we began our tap floor work? Fight Song! Can you believe it?? You all know I believe in a good sign, and if this wasn’t a big ole slap in the face sign, then I don’t know what is!!!
Tell me all about your fight song!! I would love to hear; leave me a comment or link up and join the fun!
What is it you need to ask for? We cannot wait to see what you share next week!