If I could [just dance] for a minute, then I’d go through it again

If I could [just dance] for a minute, then I’d go through it again

I never planned to be a dancer. And I never expected to be a dancer who would get praised by a professional dancer from the English National Ballet (I am still processing that. I will never ever get over it oh my goodness). Is all the crap I went through to get to this stage of my life worth it? Of course it is (as such I am misquoting my new favourite song “Francesca” by Hozier). I never in my wildest dreams could’ve imagined or envisaged that I could be the dancer who I am today
A dancer who gets told after almost every class how much fun it is to dance with me
A dancer who gets told frequently how beautiful her dance is (last time it was not just the ballet dancer, but another beautiful girl who I had seen across the floor who came up to me and told me how beautiful my dance was as well). I GOT INTO DANCE BECAUSE I WAS TRYING TO CURE MY SEIZURES
No seizures, no dance
Admittedly I had danced quite a bit before but never found a practice I stuck with until that became my motivation
So you see 
I never planned and expected to be a dancer
All these crazy things happened to me 
And they led me to dance
Not just to dance
But to be someone who dances the way I do or more importantly feels the way I do when I dance
“I hear the truth, it’s calling from you.”
The truth is calling from me when I dance 
A window view of the sea from Ikea in Brighton

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