Forgiven and Loved: Just dance.

Well I’m not much for blogging when there isn’t an assigned topic but I’ll give it a shot and see how it goes….

I grew up with two older brothers, so when I was younger I hung out with them and their guy friends. Sometime around age 6, my mother decided that I was too much of a tomboy. Her answer to this problem was to enroll me in dance classes at a nearby studio. She was shuttling me from soccer practice to dance class and a few times I had to leave soccer early; so of course, I didn’t like it at first. I just wanted to play soccer. I had no interest in wearing tights and little pink shoes with those leotards which I used to think looked stupid.

However, eventually, just like my mom had hoped, my mind was transformed. I was able to find the balance between my sports loving, soccer playing self with my little girl ballerina self. I ended up loving dance just as much as soccer. Throughout high school, I made the choice to skip some dance practices because of soccer games and tournaments. But by senior year, dance had become very important to me, I really excelled at it and I loved to do it; rhythm and flexibility came naturally to me. I’m not much with words so dance was how I expressed myself. If I’d had a bad day, I would go to the studio and dance it out. I ended up choosing to only play on one soccer team rather than the usual two I played on so that I could be more serious about dance and attend more classes; I was taking 7 hours a week. Still to this day, I think I made the right choice; as much as I love being active and playing soccer, dancing gives me the best feeling in the world.