I have never been an excellent conversationist.
Awkward silences love me, and often plague me at the most inconvenient times.
I don't express my honest feelings often.
There's always the fear that someone doesn't care, or unwanted attention will come my way, or someone could be hurt.
I was very fortunate at a very young age to discover a way around this little troubling characteristic of mine, with my dear friend Dance.
I'm sure you have heard people say this before and it may sound a bit cliché, but believe me when I say there is not better way to express "Hey, I'm really happy," or "I just want to punch you in the face right now, but I'll dance it out instead." You can release the happiest happiness or the saddest sadness this way. I have found no better way to express myself in the 20 years (almost 21) of my time here on earth.
Dance has carried me through some rough times. I don't share feelings with others easily, and at the worst and saddest times of my life Dance was there for me and encouragingly saying "let it out, everything will be alright."
I feel incredibly fortunate to have had the experiences with Dance that I have had. Dance took me to the opening and closing ceremonies of the olympics in SLC. Dance introduced me to some of the friends I have had for years, and I hope I will have for years to come. Dance has allowed an escape. Dance has made my life better. Dance lets me share and express and speak in ways I can't otherwise.
Dance has been my life since I was 5, and I am so incredibly grateful for that.
The reason this has been so prevalent on my mind the last couple of days is because of this little sister of mine. She amazes me. And she was singing a little song called "Dance Dance Dance" by Lykke Li the other night and the lyrics describe me perfectly, if I do say so myself. It is over there ---> in my playlist if you are interested in listening. The lyrics are as follows:
Having troubles telling how I feel but I can dance, dance, dance.
Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean but I can dance, dance, dance.
So when I trip on my feet look at the beat the words are written in the sand.
When I'm shakin' my hips look for the swing the words are written in the air.
Oh dance.
I was a dancer all along.
Dance, dance, dance.
Words can never make up for what you do.
Easy conversations, no such thing, no I'm shy, shy, shy.
My hips they lie 'cause in reality I'm shy shy shy.
But when I trip on my feet look at the ground the words are written in the dust.
When I'm shakin' my hips look for the swing the words are written in the air.
Dance.
I was a dancer all along.
Dance, dance, dance.
Words can never make up for what you do.
Oh dance.
I was a dancer all along.
Dance, dance, dance.
Words can never make up for what you do.
Dance, dance, dance.
Oh I was a dancer all along.
Words can never make up for what you do...
I was a dancer all along.


