I forgot what it's like to be sore from dance. Last night brought it all back. And I love it, I love the ache that comes with every step up and down the stairs today. I love the sheer exhilaration that comes with dancing. I remember now the joy that comes from focusing on the power and the grace and the deceptive weightlessness of every single movement. The awareness of every part of your body as you move through the exercises. Proprioception, love it. And even though I had absolutely no leotard or shoes, and got lost at some point, it just makes me want to go back.
And I will, but not next Monday. Next Monday... I'm going to try salsa. And then I know I'll have to make the choice.
Ballet, or salsa?
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