I had dancing lessons in my teens. Minimal but glorious. I've always had this feeling that there is a dancer stuck inside of me ready to burst out. Is it possible that there were dancers in the pre-existence? Was I one of them? It's truly amazing that when I see dancing, really good dancing, that I become conscious all of the fibers that weave together to make my body. They seem to come alive independently! There is so much freedom in physical movement. Sounds crazy, I know, but something about it resonates inside of me. I've always wondered why my own life's circumstances never led me in the direction of being a dancer. I somehow missed this train. This is a very personal post about my own introspection, but it is what I secretly love and fantasize about one day becoming.
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What kind of dancer? Ballroom, ballet, hip hop, etc. How do you picture yourself? Details. Keep going. Tell us more.
Thanks for the comment Audra. Ballet is what I was mainly thinking about. But I also like a good modern routine as well as 'interpretive".
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