The Dance of Life

I've always known I wanted to become a dancer when I grew up. A versatile dancer who would be called for gigs of all sorts and shine throughout because that's exactly what I was born to do. To grace stages, perform with artists, be part of professionally curated dance projects, feature in music videos, and perhaps even make it to Broadway. The dream was always to become a dancer...not a dance instructor.

I have noticed that lately, I have been spending more time instructing and choreographing than actually dancing. It has become so prevalent that when asked about my profession, my instinct is to mention that I am a dance instructor first. I suppose it's because I haven't had a dancing gig in quite a while; therefore, I subconsciously hesitate to mention that I am dancer because I have no recent accomplishments to show for it.

Being a dance instructor was my fallback plan for when I became too old to dance. I am definitely not at that age yet, but here we are. Surprisingly, I have found myself enjoying this role. I take pleasure in watching my students learn and understand different dance concepts, express themselves, and have a great time in class. Most importantly, I recognise the blessing of being able to share the knowledge I have acquired so far, without having to wait for old age to set in.

Sometimes, I wonder if being an instructor was more in line with my journey than being a professional dancer... or perhaps both were destined for me...I don't know. I am learning to take things one step at a time and embrace whatever the current season brings. If it's teaching, then so be it. If it's dancing, then so be it. Either way, as long as dance is involved somehow, I believe I will be just fine.

Keep creating & sharing!

~Your dancer friend