Danseur Prancer Extravagan-cer

My soliloquy to what I love most of all.

Dance is my life. If I could make a living from it, I would. I tried my hardest though. From age 4 to 17 I was in ballet training with a singular goal, drive and vision of becoming a ballerina in the New York City Ballet. I was consumed with it. From birth actually. My mom says that as a toddler I'd lift my leg up and fall down over and over again. My childhood drawings have people with wheels spinning in motion rather than sedentary legs. For serious, I’ve been obsessed with it since day one. And once I learned how to walk, I twirled my way through life.

I clearly didn’t end up as a ballerina for the NYCB. And for many, many years I regretted listening to my teacher, who at 17 told me I shouldn’t bother auditioning and to perhaps try my hand at modern dance, breaking my heart. For me, it was everything or nothing. So I quit.

Or so I thought.