After being open for classes for almost 2 weeks I am exhausted, sore and happy. I always wanted to open my own dance studio spreading the love of movement and music. I've had time to reflect on my own experiences growing up as a dancer. Things were different, I was different. It never mattered how many kids were taking class with me, if any of them were "amazing" or who was coming to guest teach. I was simply there to learn and dance. I wasn't expected to take 20 classes a week and compete every weekend and have a solo and be in a top placing group number. But I did have to dress out for ballet EVERY time, try my best, love dance and continue to grow as an artist. Don't get me wrong, there were days I loathed putting my hair up, doing tendus for the umpteenth time and continuing to fall out of pirouettes. But I kept going, that's what dancers are trained to do. You fall on stage, you keep going. You're too sore to walk let alone dance, you keep going. Your blisters are bleeding through your shoes, you keep going. I showed up for classes when other girls were at the football games because I knew no one else would be there. After all small classes meant more attention which equaled more progress. I knew that teachers handed out golden nuggets of expertise and advice but you had to pay attention to get one and if you blinked you missed it.
People dance for different reasons; love, perfection, emotions, fun, to win. It doesn't matter why you dance only how much HEART you put into it.