"Do more of what makes you happy." We hear it all the time, but I don't really think I've been listening.
The other day I was talking to someone about my job. I have always tried to stay in the dance industry in any way possible, so working at dance stores and studios has always kept me in that environment. This person asked if I taught at the studio, and I had to (sadly) answer no. I elaborated stating that I wish I could, but it has been years since I've danced. Honestly, it's been years since I have even been able to even hit my right split. And the more I thought about it, the more it made me sad.
I know that there comes a point in life when you become an adult. Childhood activities and hobbies become a thing of the past. But when something has a piece of your heart, it's always there. It was the way that I expressed myself. I was blessed to have something that helped me with what ever I was going through. Whether I was angry, sad, or ecstatic, there was always an empty room that acted as my blank canvas. I could tell a story through movement, and how many people can say that? I think that's what I struggle with the most- not being able to say that anymore, not being able to identify as a dancer. It was my identity all growing up, and as more time passes I feel it slipping through my fingers. It's not something that I want to let go of. I still feel like it's part of me.
So I came to this realization: it's been years since I have done what makes me happy. And frankly, there's really no excuse. This is it. This is what I want. Something has to change.
This is the video that I found that lit a fire under me and got me thinking.
It's artistic. It's perfect. It's inspiring.
And I want that again.
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