Today was my last day of dance for this term. Sigh. It was a lovely term. I biked to class whenever I could, and the ride was full of eager anticipation for my class. Each time I stepped into the studio, I just couldn't wait to dance.

I feel like there is a lot of starting over after having a child, and with dance, I'm always eager to see how good I am (or think I am). My teacher, Rita, was a lot of fun. Very knowledgeable, likable, goofy, loud, and lots of personality. Being a community member and not a student (I like to refer to myself as a "civilian"), I didn't receive much correction, so a lot my experience was self-directed.

If only I had the knowledge of dancing and movement that I do now at the peak of my dancing in my teenage years. But this stage of my dancing is so enjoyable because it is for myself and not for my teacher or the auditioner or anyone else. The freedom that comes from not feeling the pressure of pleasing someone else gives my dancing a more joyous, liberating tone. Cheesy, I know, but it's true.

I love the way dance moves my entire body, the way it challenges me to use the appropriate muscles, to create something beautiful. When it comes to painting, drawing, sculpting, etc., my talent doesn't exceed my third grade level, but with dance, my movement can be beautiful and dynamic. It is my own. Dancing is very close to my heart; it is me. Hmm, I'm not describing this well. If only I could dance it for you. :)