Just Dance

Growing up I danced every single day, and I loved it—I lived for it. But in my last year as Dance Captain of Brigham Young University’s dance team I got engaged to the love of my life. I juggled planning the wedding and going to school while still dancing every day, but after we got married and moved to NYC, I felt too burned out to go to dance class. I told myself that it was okay, that I’d head over to Broadway Dance Center next week, next month, next year.

Last Saturday, one year after my last real dance class, I woke up knowing that I needed to get over my insecurities (What if I can’t pick up the choreography? What if everyone laughs at me? What if I just can’t do it anymore?). So I threw on my dance clothes, kissed my honey goodbye and hopped on the subway, headed for BDC. Boy was I nervous. Who’d have thought I’d have so much anxiety about doing the thing I love most?

The second the warm-up started, I felt like I was finally back where I belonged.  Even though my muscles were stiff, my feet were achy and I was totally sucking wind the entire class, the release, the joy, the happiness I felt as I danced—really danced—was worth every second.

If you haven’t taken class in what seems like forever, it’s not too late to start again. Take advantage of the long weekend ahead of us and get back to class. Believe me, you won’t regret it!