A passion that won't be bridled

I have two wonderful little blisters on the backs of my heels, right where my standard dance shoes rub.

These soon-to-be callouses are a reminder that today I worked hard. I danced hard. I let myself put my heart into it more than usual, and it felt so good.

I worked up a sweat, the satisfying kind of sweat. And it's been a while since I've done that.

Since the beginning of the semester, I've felt so guarded. I put up the walls and didn't let myself care too much or expect too much from myself.

Not today.

Sometimes I forget that dance is still one of my passions. I forget to enjoy it, and I get caught up in all the stress and competition and comparisons and politics involved.

It's because I start doing it for other people, rather than dancing for myself.

Today I remembered why I love to dance. It's something my heart and body craves. I remembered that I don't do it for awards or praise. I do it because I love it, because it pushes me to be better; because every time I learn something new, or master part of a step or routine, I feel triumphant.

And because it's like floating and lifting weights, at the same time.

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Josh said...

You go girl! Lol. I love your label. We should start referring to ourselves as The Renaissance Man and Woman. Lets face it Laura: we're pretty much awesome. ;)

Kellie Rachelle said...

I love this post. Sometimes I get caught up in dance that way too, for the competition and get too stressed. I forget to simply let myself love and enjoy it. Can't wait to walk to the RB together all the time to practice next semester! Cuz we better!