Once Upon A Time Not Long Ago....
A long time ago, deep in the early stages of my life’s narrative I was...
...A Dancer...cue the dramatics.
I know, I know. We can’t believe it, hell I can’t believe sometimes too. But I was. I was on my prep school’s dance team and even kept up with the occasional dance class over the years. But in high school, that all kind of stopped. I have no real idea why but by junior year I wasn’t pushing to go to dance class as much.
Maybe it was my focus on getting the heck out of dodge, my dreams of international travel and luxury, maybe I kept getting lost in many a story. Or probably it was untreated depression. Who knows, whatever it was I slowed my roll on the dancing front. I went to college, I existed, I graduated and here I am. Yet years later, sometimes I sit back and think, what I would’ve been if I kept up with dancing. Would I be like my friends I see online, flexible and energetic. Creative and free, showcasing the feelings and thoughts I keep buried under layers of platitudes and sugar, through beautiful choreography. Would I be able to master the Tik Tok? Would I be able to move about without wheezing after 5 minutes?
Who the hell knows, but I do know my love of dance is still there. I love to go and have a right good time. Dancing the night away with my friends. I dream of being in a relationship where we randomly dance around our abode to music we both love. I’ve been dreaming of my first dance at my wedding for longer than I care to admit. My favorite experiences involve me watching dancers perform, going to shows, seeing friends and acquaintances at events bussing moves. Turning up the music and having dance parties in my jammies. I love music but right alongside it I live for seeing well choreographed pieces with just the right song selection. I enjoy reading about dancing and it’s history. Seeing older dance styles that sometimes we forget about or even watching as the new and old dance styles combine to create something unique.
Some days I think to myself I’ll go back, I’ll start again. But fear and doubt are a hell of a combination to ones self worth. Hopefully my maybe turns to action soon. I miss the flex and pull of my muscles stretching to match the beat.
No playlist this week. But as always Follow me on the socials:
Instagram: @anxiouspartygrrl
Twitter: @anxiousprtygrrl
Facebook: Pandora’s Anxious Adventure/@anxiouspartygrrl
...A Dancer...cue the dramatics.
I know, I know. We can’t believe it, hell I can’t believe sometimes too. But I was. I was on my prep school’s dance team and even kept up with the occasional dance class over the years. But in high school, that all kind of stopped. I have no real idea why but by junior year I wasn’t pushing to go to dance class as much.
Maybe it was my focus on getting the heck out of dodge, my dreams of international travel and luxury, maybe I kept getting lost in many a story. Or probably it was untreated depression. Who knows, whatever it was I slowed my roll on the dancing front. I went to college, I existed, I graduated and here I am. Yet years later, sometimes I sit back and think, what I would’ve been if I kept up with dancing. Would I be like my friends I see online, flexible and energetic. Creative and free, showcasing the feelings and thoughts I keep buried under layers of platitudes and sugar, through beautiful choreography. Would I be able to master the Tik Tok? Would I be able to move about without wheezing after 5 minutes?
Who the hell knows, but I do know my love of dance is still there. I love to go and have a right good time. Dancing the night away with my friends. I dream of being in a relationship where we randomly dance around our abode to music we both love. I’ve been dreaming of my first dance at my wedding for longer than I care to admit. My favorite experiences involve me watching dancers perform, going to shows, seeing friends and acquaintances at events bussing moves. Turning up the music and having dance parties in my jammies. I love music but right alongside it I live for seeing well choreographed pieces with just the right song selection. I enjoy reading about dancing and it’s history. Seeing older dance styles that sometimes we forget about or even watching as the new and old dance styles combine to create something unique.
Some days I think to myself I’ll go back, I’ll start again. But fear and doubt are a hell of a combination to ones self worth. Hopefully my maybe turns to action soon. I miss the flex and pull of my muscles stretching to match the beat.
No playlist this week. But as always Follow me on the socials:
Instagram: @anxiouspartygrrl
Twitter: @anxiousprtygrrl
Facebook: Pandora’s Anxious Adventure/@anxiouspartygrrl
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