I tried. I really did.
For two years. Two very LONG years.....
That's when my ballroom dance lessons (and money for them) came to a screeching halt, through no fault of my own. I found other non-dance related outlets. I danced socially when I could. I tried to forget how dance makes me feel.
But, like a lover that lingers in your heart, no matter that your head has scolded you, telling you it's time to move on, dance refuses to leave me alone.
As the new year dawned, I made the commitment to myself, a resolution from a person who doesn't make them: I would find a way to dance again.
Last week, I walked into a dance studio again, just like I did in April 2011 when I was going to take ONE dance lesson for my thing I had never done before. The day I fell in love with a physical way of expressing music. And I fell in love again. So far, it was one free lesson, but it's a start.
I also found a community ed class where I--and a great friend!--will learn to cha cha. Can't wait.
I've learned over the years to embrace those things I find in life that bring me joy and fulfillment and an escape from all the responsibilities I carry every day. This one has hung around for two years, waiting for me to come back to my senses.
Well, I'm back!
We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance. ~Japanese Proverb