I had a dream I was dancing.
My eyes were closed so I couldn’t see what I was doing
But my body was hot, my heart thumping, and my feet moving fucking fast
My childhood friends were in this dream, symbolic because I would always dance with them. Scratch that, for them.
Sometimes I miss competitive dancing, not for the competition aspect but for the commitment to dedicate practice time.
My body feels tight some days. In ways I knew it wouldn’t have if I kept stretching every day. This is my first sign to get back into stretching.
To get back into dancing. Whether in my room or with my friends or in a class, I need to move my body.
The truth is when I listen to music, my head is already counting the beats and coming up with choreo. It’s natural for me, it’s easy for me.
I don’t want it to fade away.