When I started dance lessons four years ago, it became a different creative outlet and therapeutic release for me. Whenever I found myself in a funk, I would spend hours at the dance studio, taking back-to-back classes with my friends, and it made me feel THAT much better. I loved the challenges that came with the classes; I knew making mistakes and practicing was part of the journey. I loved the community, the friends I made, and the all-round support we had for each other. There were no egos, no judgement, no hostility.
Over a year ago, I made a hard decision to discontinue my membership at my dance studio. My little Luna was having trouble adapting to our new home and I felt it was in her best interest for me to spend more time with her to prevent regression
For the last little while (ok, it's been quite a while), I've been in a strange and difficult place that I didn't really understand how or why. I don't want to elaborate right now but something in me, felt like dance could be part of my healing process; after all, I always found myself in a transformative space when I was immersed in the movement and challenges. So I suddenly found myself walking through my dance studio's doors last Thursday. The first person I saw was my friend/instructor, Kori, who rushed over to me to give me a big long hug. When dance class started, it was incredible to see the support and openness still thriving at my dance studio. I loved being challenged in the class and I also loved the positive environment. I felt confident, happy, and safe.
Being there for the one class made me realize how much I missed dance, the challenges and journey of being a dancer, my friends and the supportive community, and the safe, positive space. I forgot how much dance helped me in the past, and how much I yearn for it to be a part of my life again. I guess what I'm saying is, dance heals and I'm coming back to do what I love (This video is an oldie. I'll try to have something new soon)
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