“Life is Dance. Dance is Life.”

Coming out of a seven hour marathon of street jazz dance sessions followed by a long conversation about life, dance, and hopes for the future, there is a hesitant ring of truth in those words as I sound them out in my head. Hesitant because I don’t know where dance will lead me, or even what dance is, exactly. Hesitant because I don’t know where my place is in dance, or what I can do. True nonetheless, because Life is Dance.

It’s frightening to see something that you truly want, that resonates with your every cell, and calls to you, bleary eyed, in the middle of the night. It’s frightening to think that we might be able to do it.

I wonder what might happen if I pursued dance like so many of my friends are afraid to. Dance is our plan B, our plan C, some knock it down to plan Z, and we live our lives reaching, but never leaping.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about balance in life. A little bit of this, a little bit of that, a nine to five job, steady pay, a life of relative comfort. Being able to buy what I want. But all I want is a few very specific things, and I can’t buy them.

And one of them is Dance.