The Dance Gene

I absolutely love this gif, it's beautiful. 

Anyway...

Don't be a dancer.

I'm serious, it entails a special type of torture called extreme exercise and endurance.

And I, dear friends, must be crazy for loving it. 

Being a dancer means endless failure and rejection and long practices and no social life. 

I can't possibly reconnect the number of times I've turned done hangouts with friends, or more than friends, because "I have dance class/rehearsal/tech week/masterclass/etc" 

And honestly, dance is probably the longest-running relationship I've had in life (aside from those who have birthed me), not that I don't break up with it at least once a month sometimes once a week if it's a tough one.

But no matter how many times I "quit" I dust myself off, dry my tear (literally), take a breathe, and start again. 

Because though being a dancer is about the hardest thing I've ever done, it is also the greatest.

Being a dancer means freedom, and resilience, creativity, and being able to do insane things. It's becoming apart of a sisterhood of cooky, cringy dancers who laugh with me, cry with me, pick me up when I feel like I can't do it myself, and show me that I am capable of so much more than I ever thought possible.

So yes, I do think you'd have to be a little crazy to decide to become a dancer, but for most of us, it's something we were just born with. 

 

I like to think I didn't choose dance, it chose me. And every day of my life I get the opportunity to choose it back. 

Even when it's hard and I'm tired. 

Even when I fail.

I get to choose dance back. 

How lucky am I? 

Bye y'all ❤❤