I’ve been dancing since I was three years old and before I went to Ecuador, I had my last ever lesson at the dance school I’d been at for seven years and made my own little family at.
It’s so strange to think that if I am dancing in the future, it won’t be at my school and it won’t be with all my friends. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to afford dance lessons in September and that worries me because going dancing a few times a week is such a routine for me and I’m going to miss dancing.
Not to mention I’ll put on so much weight if I don’t find some sort of exercise! I have to fight with my body at the best of times to be a weight I’m happy with so if I stop dancing entirely I’ll never be able to maintain it because I like ice cream too much to ever go on a diet.
I’d never be a dancer – I’m not good enough and whilst I love dancing, not that much! But I can’t imagine not dancing – I love learning dances and performing and improving. I should probably stretch in my own time but my knees can’t take it (I definitely don’t sound like someone who’s about to turn 19, do I?) but I can almost do the splits and I can dance as much as an below-average person who isn’t actually a dancer can dance. I’m not too bad, I guess.
And if I can’t keep dancing, I know that I definitely want to keep photographing dancing – I’m ‘booked’ (I guess) to photograph a workshop at my dance school in early September before I leave for uni (if I get in) and one of my teachers has asked if I’m free I could make a DVD of a show for her. But I adore dance photography – I think I’ve made a post about this before but I love catching a moment that really summarises a whole dance. Hopefully I’ll get to learn more about photography at uni, as well as all the traditional journalism stuff.
Dance will always be a part of my life and I’m lucky to have spent the last seven years at such a wonderful school.
Thank you for reading,
That’s where you’ll find me: