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.

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