Imposter syndrome is so funny because there is undeniable evidence against it, but no... the tables stay ready to turn any which way!

Confession: I use "we" in relation to TKKDC, when it's just me. "We hope you're well, we can't wait to dance together again, we are going on a break..." they are basically my personal sentiments. I think it sounds professional, and this has always been the goal for me. To approach dance in a way that honors the art form (obviously beyond the way I communicate), while creating room for fun and games in a structured manner. It is what I've seen and admired, what I've experience

Some seasons have come with a clear vision of our purpose and what's attainable, some have had me questioning how much longer we can keep going, while others have been a reminder of why we began in the first place.

Beacuse how do I explain this unfamiliarity, when I was busy helping other dancers remember the choreography just a few minutes before I got called in to audition? Can the helper help herself, please?

So does this mean that you should expect another vulnerable video if things go unexpectedly tomorrow?

Will you believe me when I say that this is the 3rd time I've attempted to draft this post, and each time it has looked completely different than the other?

I foresee multiple, regular, different leveled adult classes. I foresee kids and teens classes. I foresee a space that can birth dance dreams and see them come to life. I foresee a space that transforms into a home for dancers in the community.

We would be so sore from each day's rehearsal (with body marks to prove), wake up the next day, and gladly do it all over again. That was what it meant to be professional dancers, and it felt so good and so right. We were exactly who we thought we were!

All the money I would make from babysitting for family friends, childcare at church, and the occasional cleaning gigs would go straight to paying for even more dance classes. I was in it deep deep, and I loved it!

I didn't know or understand why, considering my less than confident demeanor, but I liked it. I welcomed it. Me, a superstar...balancing tears and all. Yes, a superstar!

I was challenged beyond my imagination! Baffled. Dumbfounded. Stressed. Anxious. Scared...and then convicted.

One of the perks of being a dance club coach in schools is getting a holiday break three times a year! I love this for me, and I couldn't...

Did I ever mention how a dancer friend noticed and expressed that I haven't put out any personal work in a while? No? Well, yeah. That...

Dancer friends, we are officially 5 years old! 1,2,3,4,5! See us! See the good Lord! What a blessing it is to have made it this far. To...

Granted I no longer had colored hair and had clearly aged a bit more in person, but I thought that at the very least they could see a younger version of me, not a completely different person.

When we had just 1 totebag left, I recall advertising it for what seemed like an embarrassingly long time, that I considered buying it myself, if the worst came to the worst.

No matter how much I prepared for these shoots, there just seemed to be something I was missing. It began to feel like there was more to it than what I was experiencing, something spiritual... an attack or a lesson...uncertain of which one.

I was humorously irritated because I got a taste of my own medicine at the gym.

Moments like these remind me why I love what I do.

It's a new year and as usual, there is a felt expectation to write a "New Year, New Me" post. I have followed suit for a couple of years...