thinking about january

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I believe the last time I attended an open class was exactly THREE WHOLE MONTHS ago.

Can’t quite recall whose, but I know it was then because a week in January was the last time I had a full morning work week. Just in case nobody is getting the point here, afternoon shifts suck. Bad.

I cannot remember how to use my body or work it how I want. Every movement feels stiff and unnatural, even with technically demanding ones. My rhythm feels like a plataeu. From the start of the music to the time it ends, I flow in mono. It feels like you reach out with all your might and you almost touch that something. Very nearly do. Then you hit a wall.  It is frustrating because I know I can do so much more. Stretch further. Jump higher. Turn faster.

I am so happy to see my friends travelling the globe, living their boogie dreams and learning from the best of the best. Didn’t these dreams seem unrealistic and impossible just a few years ago? To travel halfway around the planet just to . . . dance? Not anymore, it isn’t.

I am sooooo happy and excited for everyone! I hope they come back with a head full of fresh ideas and a renewed zest for the craft. I’m sure everyone will level up up up!

Someday, really soon, I’ll make it there too.

I told my mother, “I don’t wanna look back on my twenties and say I spent it . . . working.”

While my bones aren’t breaking and my feet can still point, while I have rhythm in my heart and passion in my blood, I will dance.

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