Ironically this time as a single mother, who's always starved for time, I decided to awaken this passion for dance that's been dormant for decades. I remember walking in the door of the dance studio and immediately feeling excitement. After my first dance lesson, I was giddy and completely hooked! Right then, I decided to indulge myself in weekly lessons. It was therapeutic and a medium of expression for my emotions. The short hour during the week allows me to fuel my tank with joy.
Last Saturday was my debut performance. It was a special night because it was the culmination of something born out of my grief. I had a blast! To hear my family and friends cheer me on gave me confidence knowing I have just made another leap forward in courage. It's a night I will never forget..not so much for the experience of dancing on stage but for the healing I felt embraced me that night.
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