Retirement to Dance in 50 Years

Dear dance,

I remember the moment that you were the one for me.

When my Mother plays the sound of  beats and drums in the little pink DVD player, and her little girl who just took her first steps is dancing like a little soldier.

When Mother switches to the soft sound of music, and her baby starts to switch position to sway along.

She mutters, “Our little girl won’t be playing soccer.”

The moment I looked at my first ballet teacher, I knew it would be a perfect match.

Through the tears.

Threw the blisters.

Through the bruises.

Dance motivated me.

I learned to love the pain that led to accomplishment.

When one choreographer says “NO”, I will go and find one thats says “YES”.

Dance brought joy.

Dance brought love.

Dance brought release of emotions.

I am ever so grateful to the gift that God gave me.

The gift that has helped me to achieve the purpose he had for me.

The gift that brought me to achieve my biggest dreams.

It is time to say goodbye.

It’s been a great life full of 5..6..7..and 8.

~Anonymous 

The Delicate Dancing Shoes

As I wait backstage my heart pounds in fear.

If I mess up, will I loose my job?

Will I lose my pride?

Will I lose every ounce of confidence left in my body?

“Dont mess up”, I try to tell myself.

It’s almost my cue.

The numbers 5, 6, 7, and 8 rolling through my brain.

I hear the last drumbeat and my entrance begins.

On top of my box I go and bourree to my spot.

The millions of eyes staring right at me.

This is the moment I have been waiting for all my life.

Why live in fear?

When you can live your life doing what you love.

~Nicole Alexakos