10 Years Later... I'm Dancing Again!

It's true, the last time I had a dance class, I was 14. It was the year that I decided that ballet was too stifling for me, too tiring to schedule it around my schooling, too expensive to take exams (I was already in Intermediate Foundation) - so I quit.

I never gave up dance though. Won't ever, never ever.

Picked up different dances from Youtube (thanks, internet!) over the years; mainly Japanese modern and contemporary dances, and yes, the no-brainer K-Pop dances. Sometimes I'm amazed that I kept it up all those years and my dream to join a proper dance class never faltered.

Well, I learnt aerial silk a year ago but that's hardly dancing. It does have the technical intensity of ballet though, so it brought back some memories. But that's not what I was looking for. In my heart, I knew I didn't want to be bounded by die-hard techniques. I want to be expressive, I want to be free, I want to do my own thing.

And so after a lot of contemplation, I settled with contemporary dance. I do know that teachers have their distinct style so I was careful (and a little scared), wondering if I will be alright. I guess I was just a little bit afraid that I will end up hating contemporary dance since I didn't have much experience with it but I was really captivated by Dance Moms (lol, I know).

So I took a plunge and went to a dance class all by myself for the first time. I usually does it with my twin. We still plan to take a class together, most probably girl style, so I'm looking forward to that!

OK just a warning - stop reading if you don't want to see feet.

Let me tell you - it was more tiring than I thought. I mean, what was I expecting. After class, my legs were jelly.

Even aerials didn't hurt my feet like that.

There was a lot of floor work and grounding of energy. Even though my nose was freezing up from the air-con (which later made my eye ache) and my right thigh felt like cramping, I was joyful. In my heart, I was finally free, like I can't believe I can afford to go to dance class now. And with my own money - whaaaaat. Wow. I waited years and now I have reached this moment. T_T

I used to be so afraid that when I reach adulthood, doing anything will be too late. Those people that told me that your life can begin once you earn your own money - they were right, I just never believed it. It's not too late to do what I know I can do. There is still SO MUCH THINGS that I want to and will do.

Whoever is reading this, do not lose hope. =) Let's do this together! We must not succumb to the limitations of the world we have created, because the horizon can expand so much more.

  

My legs and butt hurt. I can't even sit on the toilet bowl normally (sorry, tmi). Heck, even my neck hurts. But I'm loving every second of it because I know these are results from what I have achieved. Scars can fade, but my happiness will stay.

(Mom just won't stop lecturing me about my knees because it looks really bad in real life, so I figured I should invest in some knee pads.) 

Last thing, this literally won't happen with the support of my boyfriend who is honored with the task of fetching me to class every weekend now. I don't know what I did to deserve a guy who tells me he will do it for me because he wants me to pursue my dreams. Love you lots, Babe. T_T


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