Maybe the Sparkles Are a Sign of Oxygen Deprivation? Whichever Road to Bliss...

Feb 19, 2010 21:24

The hardest part of dance is the hour or so before when I try to dredge up some energy. Nevermind that the activity is rewarding and revitalizing both mentally and physically and I will happily find enough energy once I'm good and started. It's just hard when I already feel like I'm at an energy bottom and know that however much fun it may be, it's also hard.

The hardest part of dance is the first ten minutes when you do the basic footwork. My dance teacher told me tonight that at her school in India, you do only the basic footwork for an entire year. Yes, an entire year of stamping one foot and then the other while squatting. No arms. Ugh. But I was jealous at the same time because if you could just live through that year, you would have an amazing foundation and your legs wouldn't ever hurt. My legs hurt a lot, and I have a hard time pushing through that burn.

But if you can get through that part, then life sparkles. I literally can almost see the little sparkles fizzing in the air through a swirl of colors. Of all the arts I've studied, dance or this style of dance has the most vitality. I suspect I will always find the most ease and range of expression in music and writing, but I don't think I could give up dance now. Not without some little part dying.
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