Captured Thought: Dancing

When I first thought of a new realization, my mind quickly flew to one I had earlier this week. I finally realized that I will never be a dancer. To give you some background, let me summarize my dancing experience (don't worry, it will be short). I took classes when I was very young, quickly grew bored and moved on, and began dancing again in 7th grade. I was already behind most of the girls I knew, and my classes usually had students at least a year younger than me. I also made the mistake of only taking one class to begin with, rather that a bunch of beginner classes.

I continued for a few years, progressing but never really getting to the skill level of my age-group. So far in high school, I was bitterly disappointed after unsuccessfully trying out for GBN's dance teams. Earlier this week, I was trying to decided whether to take a hip-hop class and a modern class, or a more challenging hip-hop one, and I realized: no matter what I do, I can't be a real dancer. I don't have the years of experience, and I don't have the time to catch up with them. I won't ever dance with the Joffrey ballet, or perform on varsity poms during halftime of a football game. It's just not in my future.

This is a realization I am still slightly in denial with; I'm still taking a few classes, and religiously watching YouTube videos of performances. I will never be a wallflower, just watching others dance if I have the option to hit the dance floor, and there's a good chance I might try out for a few more dance-related things, and probably end up getting hurt again. Sorry to be very cliché, but when you really love something, you can't truly give up on it, but a dream is really just that: a dream. Something you aspire towards, but can't actually reach, because as soon as the sun comes up, it's over.