Just now, I slipped on my most comfortable dress, turned my Blue Grass pandora-playing computer up as loud as it would go, and I bounced around, knowing not a soul could see me. When I'm dancing, I feel like as if the musical notes become my toes and fingertips. I feel as if I no longer control myself and considering so much of my life is heavily under control, I like the moments when all is lost.
When I stepped back into reality (my living room) and sat down at my computer, I initially felt lost as to what to write about. Still tingling from my pre-writing solo dance session, my spirit whispered
write about the woman who taught you to dance
I started taking dance lessons at Linda Feteral's studio when I was in first grade and I continued until I was 17. In the 11 years I took lessons, I was never as serious about it as I'm sure Linda would have wanted me to be. She encouraged us to wear leotards and tights and I would wear razor back tank tops and soccer shorts. Although our levels of dedication to dance differed, Linda always welcomed me into her studio and I would work hard to be as graceful as she was.
I've never put words to this, but I treasured the one hour a week at Linda's studio because it was a time when I could dance and when I danced, anxieties were lost with the notes of the music.
Linda taught me loving is listening to the music and moving with it.
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