They say that dancing is like riding a bike, you never forget how to peddle. I’ve only told my close friends about this fear of facing the dance floor again. Maybe it was the fact I was afraid that I was ‘TOO’ rusty, or gained a ton of weight. Could I still extend my leg as high as I did in college? No. Engage my abs and go full out? I tried. Have smooth lines? Ha! Then I realized that all of these thoughts were just a stem of my depression.
Why am I so afraid of the things that I love?
Anyways, I documented my dancing! Hope you enjoy, have a great Friday!
Just a 24 year old trying to wake up before noon.