Let's Dance!

When we were first assigned a weekly blog post in my Social Media Marketing class I thought, no way. No way will I be able to write something interesting enough about myself for sixteen week that wouldn't make other people want to poke their eyes out with pencils. (Do people even use pencils anymore? Make those Apple Pencils instead.) Regardless, I was daunted to say the least. I'd like to say I took some time having thought provoking, inner self-reflection, writing in a dream journal with a fragrant candle lit nearby but instead all it took was my toe soaking my white sock with blood. Glamorous, I know. And that's when my topic hit me over the head as if to chastise me for not realizing it sooner: dance. 

For me, dance seems to be synonymous with with my own name. Before student, daughter, sister or friend, I am a dancer.  There is no Izzy without it. My ties with dance are deeply rooted in me, perhaps even woven into my DNA. Before me, my mom was a professional ballerina. She danced through all of her pregnancies, leaving me to believe I must have some cosmic connection with this art form, and my mom to laugh at me. But that passion must've slipped into my chemical makeup somehow because at age twenty I'm still driven by that same fire to get my feet in the studio and move in the way only dancers can. 

 This past week of practice has a special spot reserved for it in a place called kick butt weeks. AKA - dance curb stomped me and didn't say sorry. I'm on the Bradley Dance Team and after winter break we were prepping hard for the first game back. At the tail end of winter break I rolled my ankle (and got the painfully hilarious moment on video) so I wasn't able to dance full out on it for the first week back. To top it off, on the same foot, I got the aforementioned blister that conveniently decided to start bleeding in the middle of class. I think this week has aged my body by years.

But there were so bright spots. It was our first game back in Carver Arena and even though our Braves lost it was one heck of a game. It was also the Bradley Dance Team's annual Kids Camp, which was our biggest camp in the history of Bravettes. (More on that in a future post!) The week might've been difficult but the payoff this past weekend was SO worth it. I try to remind myself of that whenever life throws a wrench in my plans.

So for the next sixteen(ish) weeks welcome to your glimpse into the chaos that are my dancing days. Some are more exciting that others, maybe we'll take some trips down memory lane, but most importantly we'll dance while doing it.

Till next time - IF