I quitted dance after some unpleasant experiences that left me feeling dejected and disillusioned. I do not wish to go into specifics but suffice to say, I bear part of the responsibility for what had happened. I tot I should just take a break but the itch of getting up and dance hit me after a few weeks. I wasn't sure that I should continue to dance so soon. After all, I needed to nurse the 'heartbreak' that followed. Was praying about it and was reminded of this verse.
I will place on his shoulder the key to the house of David; what he opens no one can shut, and what he shuts no one can open. (Isaiah 22:22, NIV)
It was clearly a door that God closed with regards to the troupe so who was I to open it? So I decided to start anew elsewhere and signed up for a foundation class to relearn my basics. The first lesson proved harder that I thought. The hurt, disappointment and reluctance were rushing to me and I missed my previous teacher and the troupe. In the midst of feeling those emotions, there was one beautiful thing that stood out starkly. My love for dance. I felt as if I was back in those days when I was happy and grateful to be given a chance to dance. It didn't matter whether I danced poorly or whether I could perform. The most important thing is I'm finally fulfilling my dream of dancing. As the weeks progress on, the passion for dance was stoked again. And I am slowly going back to why I picked up dance in the first place. May I never lose my dreamy, starry eyed innocence about dance as I work towards my goals.
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