I’ve come to believe the old saying that life is too short. Too short to not laugh. Too short to not do what you love. Too short to not tell that someone how you really feel. Too short to not dance.
I believe life is about adventure.
When I was growing up, I studied Ballet. I wanted more than anything to be a professional ballerina. But life, ha, decided to give me curvy hips, made me stop growing at 5’3” and gain a whopping 125 pounds by the time I was 17. This combination did not make well for a career as a ballet dancer.
Anyways, I went away to college, lived a little, started my career, met some crazy people, met some really lovely people, met some creeps and angels along the way. Through all this I danced every day. Weather it was a little toe tapping action, a full on dance party, or walking down the street counting sequences of 8’s. “…and 1. 2. 3. 4. —- 5. 6. 7. 8.” It never leaves you.
But as you grow up, life happens. Your cat gets lost or your brother gets engaged, your mom dyes her hair fire red (on accident), or your father passes away.
Oh let me tell you…life does happen.
But just because negative things happen in our life doesn’t mean we should stop dancing. Ever. Sure it may be difficult to jump back on the saddle, but why not try it. Why not find something else that makes you happy.
I am currently on the path to finding myself. Figuring out who I am, what I believe in and what I stand for.
On this new adventure I have realized something. Many people find time to do leisure activities such as playing tennis, going to a movie every week or playing the piano. Me, I work. All the time. And if I’m not working then I’m always doing something for a side job. I’ve always believed it hard to be associated with some kind of outside activity that wasn’t work. But I was wrong.
With the 2014 Sochi Winter Olympics happening, I was inspired to head down to an ice skating rink for some laughs with friends. It was the first time I had been skating in years….and so, to make a long story short. I danced on ice. And I loved it.
Now, that was pretty cool. The onlookers just saw me fall a few times, but inside I was dancing beautifully. Dancing because I felt something. It was that something I felt years ago as a child who wanted to be a ballerina.
I am in no way saying I want to be a professional figure skater all of a sudden. AT ALL. I just want to dance again and feel that rush of adrenaline again, by dancing…just on ice this time.
So that is why I have created this post. I will be updating my progress as I begin my personal journey to find total happiness again. Happiness of the mind, body and soul. I hope you enjoy my future posts.
Cheers to black and blue bruises I know will become a part of me! And cheers to dancing again!