5, 6, 7 8!
If you’re a dancer, those four numbers are enough to give you goosebumps. Even if it’s been a hundred years since the last time you danced.
There are many ways in which we define ourselves from a young age. Sporty, academic, funny, shy. Those definitions might chop and change over our lifetime, or they might stay the same. With dance, however, it is often a definition that begins before our personalities have developed, and remains long after we’ve hung up the pointe shoes.
Once a dancer, always a dancer.
If you relate to this, if you still define yourself as a dancer despite not pirouetting in years, if you still choreograph routines in your head when you hear a new song, if your muscles still twitch every time you see a grand jeté on So You Think You Can Dance…. it’s time for you to get your butt back in a leotard, twinkle toes.
Your body will sing with joy. (And probably ache with happy exhaustion.)
It had been two years since my last class when I got back into dancing at 28. Before that sentence leads you to quit reading this post with excuses like "two years? Pfft! I haven't danced in TEN years!" or "she's only 28? I'm 107, it's too late for me!", let me tell you - it doesn't matter how long you've had off, that first class back is daunting. But the good news is, some things never change. So read on.