So I Think I Can Dance?

Every summer I become obsessed with So You Think You Can Dance (SYTYCD) and I fall in love with this art all over again. Watching the routines every week and how these choreographers captivate me make me wish I was so much better than I am. I see the passion and inspiration in every movement, breath and moment that is performed on that stage and I want to got create until I have nothing left.

For as long as I can remember, dance has been my answer. For everything. When I feel frustrated, angry, hurt, sad, confused, joyous, ecstatic, silly, infatuated, loved, inspired, lost, satisfied and a myriad of other emotions, I turn to dance to truly express myself. I can use words to a certain extent to express myself but it is only when I dance that I feel I "say" everything that I wish to. Even now trying to tell whomever may be reading this how much dance does for me, I can't say exactly what I mean but I can see how I would move in my head to tell you. Dance is my joy, it is my pain. It is my hell and it is my sanctuary. Where I breathe and become at a loss for words. Dance gives me my words and I use my body as my voice. I know that I'm not the most fluid with what I'm trying to say but I hope that this short paragraph/post/whatever gives people a small taste of how much dance means to me and why if I get the chance to move, I take it. No questions asked.