Are We Human, or Are We Dancer?
This time last year, I made a promise to myself to commit to my healing - mind, body and soul. The body keeps the score, and little did I know that returning to the activity that brought me so much joy in my youth, would prove to have the most profound impact on healing the inner child that grew up too soon.
Social media is a powerful tool and I’ve had my fair share of ups and downs with it, but stumbling across @angelatrimburdance has been one of my favorite experiences while living in NYC. I’m so grateful for finding my way back to dance and for the community of fellow weirdos Angela has fostered. Not only has dancing given me the healthiest hit of dopamine, it’s helped me come to peace with my sober body.
I used to dance like no one was watching, but sharing this experience with you has been a vital part of the process. Your encouragement has made me feel seen, released intrinsic pressures of perfectionism and allowed me to laugh at myself. With your help, I’ve been reminded that it’s okay to be a little freaky, and a little selfish, and show up for myself in ways that no one else ever can or will. It’s fucking terrifying, but I’m finding the benefits of vulnerability to outweigh the fears and that is something worth celebrating. That is something I hope to pass on to you.
So I ask you - are we human or are we dancer?
