“Life is the dancer and you are the dance.” – Eckhart Tolle
The last time I was on a stage dancing it was June of 2019. The last time I danced was this past week. The last time I wrote about my experience dancing was in January of 2020. The last time I thought about it was yesterday.
Being a dancer was my biggest personality trait for six years of my life, it was an all-consuming activity. It fueled my perfectionism and it destroyed my confidence. It had me spend a third of my life trying to reach a goal even though I knew in the back of my mind it was unattainable.
But since I stepped off the stage and left the world I have learned more from those six years than when I was living them.
I feel like a child again when I first stepped into the studio, when the movement was freeing instead of depressing. Dance is now teaching me about myself instead of lessons surrounding technique. There is no fear stepping into the studio, there is joy. It always felt like home but now it feels like a happy home.
This journey is one that I did not know I needed to go on. In June of 2019 I was fully prepared to leave it in the dust and never look back but I very glad that I have been proven wrong.