What I've been up to...

I am so proud.

It doesn't have to be perfect.  As long as you caught the feeling, my job is done.  Hip-Hop comes from the heart - leave that right and wrong to ballet.

I didn't forget about you.

I just need to sleep... I'll share my thoughts soon.

optimismshmoptimism

I think things might be looking up...

Why wait for opportunities when you can create them yourself right?

I hope everything I'm anticipating for falls into their rightful places.  At the right times.

And when they do, I promise to share it with you.

one...two...three...

What is it that you're looking for?

If you've found it, what more do you need?

If you can't come up with a problem... don't find a solution.  

Some things, like breathing, were meant to be uncomplicated...

...but like breathing, sometimes the pressure of the atmosphere changes our functions, our processes... a hiccup can turn into a disaster...

...but often times, in retrospect,  it was simply because we weren't breathing deep enough...

facingyourpeers

So last Sunday I participated in an awesome event, an annual dance battle hosted by dancers I have always respected and looked up to.  I arrived surprised and on time, surprised because I thought I was going to have to miss the whole thing due to being scheduled for work the same day.  Having gotten there before it started I decided at the last minute to sign up to battle (or in my head, at least do the prelims - which is as far as I got anyway).

As soon as I paid the cheaper entrance fee for battling instead of sitting in the audience, I could feel my heart start racing.  I haven't been training, I'm not dressed properly in any of my battle/confidence giving clothing, there are so many good dancers here... brain explosion, panic attack ensuing, etc.  Of course, even though I've already come a long way from last September when I had completely zilch battle experience and couldn't even freestyle in front of my own friends, every time I step into an environment as inviting yet intimidating as a dance battle with seasoned dancers in my vicinity, I can begin to feel my heart beating in my lungs again.

Calm down.  It's just dancing.  Just have fun.  It's just dancing... all I ever want from myself is to give ONLY myself on the floor.  Me, myself, and I... no fears, no peers, no pressure.  Breathe... look at every one else enjoying themselves, enjoying the dance... listen to the music, let the music guide you, after all, you're not the one speaking.  It's already saying something... just listen and respond.

So you do.  And it's never as bad as you think it will be.