I have been spending my free days watching a friend choreograph and young dancers do what I once did back in college. Dance was my life, it was. And for almost a year now, I decided to put a period to that statement, claiming that it is and would no longer be my world. But several days sitting in the mirror-walled room, watching pairs of feet leap and hands flick, I realized that you can never put a period to one thing you have put your heart and time into. A comma would do.
Maybe I no longer wear those leotards and tights and slip on those legs warmers and dancer sneakers but I know that my heart never stopped beating for dance. The love just manifests in a different way. The mirrored walls reflected images of my past and my future. It gave me a vision of displaying my new love while reflecting my past. Karen, be ready, cause we are going tribal!!!
Maybe I no longer wear those leotards and tights and slip on those legs warmers and dancer sneakers but I know that my heart never stopped beating for dance. The love just manifests in a different way. The mirrored walls reflected images of my past and my future. It gave me a vision of displaying my new love while reflecting my past. Karen, be ready, cause we are going tribal!!!
