Dancing was never about the audience. It was never about being the best. It isn't about people saying how good of a dancer you are or how much fun you are to dance with. It isn't about doing a move that no one else can do. It isn't a competition. It's a dance.
I dreamed of dancing when I was younger. I dreamed of the sort of dances where people made a circle around you and watched you dance with applause. I've had that, and amazingly so, laughing to myself because honestly, I'm not even that good, but marking the occasions as "the kind of dance I dreamed of." I remember such dances with a smile, but it's not why I dance.
There's something about a spin that makes me smile. When I first started dancing, a simple underarm turn would cause a goofy grin. I hope I never forget what it feels like to have a silly smile for no other reason than the dance. I dance because I love it. Simple as that.
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