When I was younger and throughout middle school, I wanted to be a dancer. If you know me, you know that’s a bit hilarious or ironic considering I am a very clumsy person. Seriously, just the other day I slipped on a plastic bottle, caught myself and then proceeded to slip on a rug. I fell onto the hardwood floor, hard and trust me, I am going to have some rather spectacular bruises.
But yes I did want to be a dancer and apart of me still does. I have watched all the Step Up movies and used to wonder what it would be like to be one of those dancers. I have videos that I watch on YouTube of dancers. When I listen to certain songs like “Stitches” by Shawn Mendes, “Love Me Like You Do” by Ellie Goudling and “The Arena” by Lindsey Stirling, I think of routines for the songs.
I love going to clubs and dancing like there is nor tomorrow. Dancing even more than writing or painting makes me feel free and relaxed. Unfortunately I’ve never pursued this love of dancing. I’ve always been too shy to ever do anything about it.
The dance team at my school is having tryouts soon and I wish that I had the self-confidence to actually tryout and see what happens.
Maybe some dreams you aren’t teady for yet. But maybe one day, I will be.