I used to love dancing. I took jazz for almost 20 years (I've been in dance school since I was 3), ballet for about 15, tap and greek dance for 10 years. Over the years I dropped class by class and ended up sticking with Jazz because I loved it the most, and my teacher was like a boot camp sergeant which in my opinion just made the class more fun and challenging. And then something happened...Around the time of my 17th birthday, I developed anxiety disorder, and I was no longer able to learn the routines as quickly. I would get nervous at the mass of steps I was being taught in one sitting and so when it came time to review and perform in front of our teacher, I would stumble. My teacher, whom I had come to idolize, started treating me differently. He broke my spirit so much that I quit, and dancing else where has never been the same.....until now.
I started taking a class in the city called "Hip Hop Junkies". Yesterday was only my third class and I can honestly say I can already feel the confidence rushing back to me. I don't feel insecure or awkward here. I feel confident and I find that I'm learning at a faster pace again.
I know this all sounds incredibly corny, but this experience has brought back so much happiness to my life that I thought I'd lost. Every Wednesday after my class is over, the world feels brighter and I am far more at peace. I can't explain it. I'm just much happier than I've been in a long time.
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