Dance. My true love.

This video makes me cry. It’s the kind of dancing I used to do. Ballet. I loved it with all my heart. I planned on making it my life. Plans have a habit of changing on people, though; or sometimes it’s the people that change. It’s the previous statement with this plan, however. I miss it so much. It’s a sore subject even after I broke most all ties with it almost three years ago now. I still dance, but not like this. I wouldn’t be able to even if I tried. My body is no longer conducive to it.

I need dance to be a part of my life in some form or another, though. I’ve finally realized that I’m just not quite right without it. This is the kind of dancing I plan to get back into. Though it’s slightly hard to admit, modern is probably what I’m far better suited for. I pray that I’ve retained some of this talent; at least enough to re-introduce it into my life. I’m going to ease myself back into this art form that I’ve so dearly missed, and hope that this reunion resolves some of the emptiness I’ve been feeling in my creative life. This piece is fantastic. This is one of my favorite deathcab songs and it’s a great interpretation of the lyrics. Love. Love. Love it.