Excuse me world while I go dance my feet off.
I've known for most of my life that beneath this single pirouette-ing girl, there lives a tripple-on-the-left dancer. Where has she been hiding? In the shadows, afraid of trying, afraid of really achieving the level I've always known I could.
You know how you imagine yourself one way and the truth is another? Kind of like this?...
Well, this is the truth. In my head, I soar and leap like a Canadian-female-5'3" Baryshnikov.
BUT NO LONGER.
I recently closed The Wizard of Oz at the Gateway Theatre, and though it was a great dancing experience, it left me winded and realizing how much more work there is to do.
I used to say to myself, "if I'm not always a better dancer than I was before my next birthday, I'll have so much regret." Well, I'm 23 and the clock is ticking. I am taking steps towards that tripple-pirouette-on-the-left girl.
I've signed up to dance 40 HOURS this January at Harbour Dance Centre and I'm so excited. I feel like part of my heart is being fed for the first time and it's only week one.
Here's to not being a lazy dancer.
And to THIS being a reality.