It’s been almost 7 years since the last time I was going through my closet to figure out what to wear to go to a dance rehearsal.
Since I’ve moved back home to take care of my family, I’ve decided to take my-not-so-flexible-self back to a dance class few weeks ago (definitely a painful reminder of what years of being in a restaurant business did to my body). Feeling so out of place (and old) awkwardly standing next to fierce teenagers, I quietly placed myself in the back corner so that I could literally dance like no one is watching. Finally it was time to dance in smaller groups which means I had no where to hide so I tried standing against the wall with groups that are not being called. Then I hear “my girl in platt with short hair! – here, in the middle.” Wait! My brain cells are no longer capable of remembering the choreography!
Then the music started and I started to move out of pure joy.
Shortly after the class, I’ve had a lovely chat with the teacher and we exchanged information. Few days later, she asked if I’d be interested in performing for her project and I said “absolutely!” regretting the second after I replied thinking this is not gonna be good.
Today, I go to my first rehearsal with more excitement than doubts, more motivation than discouragement (so much glitters and rainbows happening right now!).
I don’t think that the achievements need to be glamorous or extravagant as long as they are MY picture perfect.
My Picture Perfect 