Why do I dance?
And frankly, why does anybody dance? Is it for fame? For money? It’s not for me, and never will be. I love moving and expressing my creativity without writing poems, I’ve improved so much in a year, I can’t stop now!
Because it is freedom. It’s flying. You can tell a silent story. Plus, it keeps you fit.
I took baby ballet classes and tap class when I was little, then I left, then I took up hip-hop, but left that. I didn’t like the classes. They were just telling me how to move, not how to dance. Dancing is freedom, expressing and all these wonderful things. But at the time, I thought dancing was just moving.
A year ago I took up dancing again. But it was not a particular type of dance, just musical theatre numbers which were all about feeling and embracing the music. I fell in love. I was flying, I was free, I felt like a swan on an empty lake.
Then I open my eyes, look in the mirror, and realise that I look like a possessed gorilla
But it still felt amazing. I was properly dancing.
A year on and I’m a little better; I only look like a mildly possessed gorilla now.
My dancing love has only gotten stronger. I could keep going!
Now I am going to sit by the fireplace and cuddle my dog.
Love, Marli Xxx