Reblogged from Sirena Tales:
People keep coming across my path, voicing their passions along with their regret in not pursuing those passions. So, I am running this post from the archives again, with some new photos. The original post, with many generous, thoughtful comments, is here .
Sure, I’ve already reblogged it, but since the yearning for a more vitalized life continues to come up so relentlessly, I am repeating this reminder: DO WHAT MAKES YOU COME ALIVE.
Not solely for dancers at all, this is for anyone who seeks a spur to vitalize. This piece does also go out to the medical technician the other day who danced for 10 years and sorely misses it and the dance studio owner who confided that ceasing to dance for herself was the biggest mistake she ever made. As well as for the fellow audience member who asked just the other day, at a dance event, if I used to be a dancer. Ahem….
“I can tell you used to be a dancer,” the well-meaning, sixtyish woman confided to me as we left the dance fitness class. “I could see by the way you moved in class that you used to dance.” Say, WHAT?!#? Whaddya mean, “used to,” was all I could think as I sputtered back to the dressing room.
Since I knew she had good intentions, I patiently (and I hope kindly) replied that I am still a dancer. I am a dancer. That I am dancing now in my 50s more than ever before.
Continue reading Chloe’s post here.