I just got back from taking the most invigorating dance class. I still want to be a ballerina when I grow up. Something about taking class in a leotard and tights (which I never do), and being surrounded by incredible dancers made me feel like a real dancer again. Even though my flexibility isn’t what it used to be, taking class today, I really felt the dancer I used to be dying to break out of me. The thought of never performing again breaks my heart- so I refuse to let that be the case. I can’t even explain the affect that dancing has on my soul. I left the class feeling so alive- and of course came straight home and had an emotional dance break down to Raise Your Weapon. It’s been a nice little Sunday so far.
of course this had to be the Friday of Coachella big time sad face :[