My story begins three years ago when my dad died. This unexpected loss left a hole in my heart. I didn’t know what to do or how to cope. After time passed, I began to ask myself how I could find joy again. What could pull me out of this grief?
I thought about what I loved most in the world… Dancing
But where was a thirty-something year old mother supposed to dance? I didn’t go to clubs. There was no time for dance lessons. What was left? I went for a run and a favorite song started playing. All I wanted to do was dance. That was it. I could start dancing down the street. I won’t lie. It took months to get the courage to do it. But then one day, I dug deep and embraced my vulnerability. I would no longer allow my fear hold me back. It was something I had to do. I was terrified. I was terrified of what people would think. I was terrified of what I would look like. I was terrified of my own insecurities. But you know what? I did it anyway. I did it despite my fear. I did it until I was no longer afraid.
The smiles, waves, and honking horns of those that pass me by lifted me up so high that I felt as though I could fly. There was no turning back. Dancing had brought me back to life, and it gave me the courage to live life differently.
Three years and many miles of dancing later, I want to share this experience with others. Together, let’s embrace our vulnerability. Let’s gain the courage to be our authentic selves. Let’s share the joy in life. I would love for you to join me on this journey of dancing through life.