Every time you dance, I gasp, clasp my hands over my heart as it pounds. You instill passion dear friend, particularly in those who love you desperately (me). After all these years, you still make me gasp...🥰
Thank you 😭 I’m excited to post this one on IG (the footage not the words. I get to chop the words apart less on Substack)- but my IG is down and it seems many people’s are.. so I’m waiting. But I like how videos look there, and how words look here.
Nothing to be ashamed of. I think we all covet that clasp and gasp. This is especially true after something like major surgery when we first step back out on the dance floor, or golf course lol. We feel we achieved a moments feat, and hope that people clasp and gasp in admission of our achievement. You definitely are "A Walk To Remember". The legacy you're leaving, and the lives you've touched transcend not only your Dance Company, but also transcend yourself as well. I don't think you understand the sheer magnitude of the legacy or lives you've touched, but I hope you do one day, and when you do you will instantly know you've grasped it. I do think you should leave that whisper unanswered. It's an intrigue for you to know, and others to discover. Not everything needs to be made bluntly apparent. "That just gave me a couple more weeks to live.". I fully understand this sentiment, and you do not need to explain. If someone know then they know, and if they don't know they will never understand. I agree that you should've probably regretted meaning it, and truly feeling it, but I also understand this feeling. That whole feeling accomplished for a short time, and having a reason to continue, but at the same time feeling sort of like your life is worthless because of ever growing limitations. It's a horrible duality of feelings no one should have to experience. You however should not regret saying it. You said what you felt and meant, and that's never to be regretted. That's called being truthful and real, and that's something to be admired. I agree bathtubs should be more rounded, especially for after surgery, or for people with hip pelvis and spine issues. I have had back issues for years, and multiple hip dislocations, I so fully understand how much driving can hurt, but please no tuck and roll I'm pretty sure that's not advisable this soon into recovery. I don't know if you've heard of it, but there's a seat cushion called a Roho. It was originally designed for wheelchairs, but works wonders for car rides. You can light that candle in your psyche, but it needs oxygen to burn. That oxygen is someone who helps pull you up with a rope from the darkness of the hole. Performing something, even in limited form, for the first time in months after a ginormous traumatic event is addicting. Performing in any way is a drug for us creative types. Just the feeling of being back home in our comfort zones performing whatever we do is exactly the high that gets us through. No need to defend this just revel in the glorious feeling.
Firstly, the part of the world that is me clasps and gasps as well ❤️ secondly, you now dance better than able bodied me (because I must have been born maybe to understand taxes but not to dance). Thirdly, doing what is „you” even if imperfect in your eyes actually may give reason to live (I had such feeling when I volunteered for Ukraine early 2022 and miss it profoundly). Be you.
As someone who suffers with chronic pain and most days can barely get out of bed. I desperately needed a voice like yours and I thank you from the bottom of my heart!
Every time you dance, I gasp, clasp my hands over my heart as it pounds. You instill passion dear friend, particularly in those who love you desperately (me). After all these years, you still make me gasp...🥰
Thank you 😭 I’m excited to post this one on IG (the footage not the words. I get to chop the words apart less on Substack)- but my IG is down and it seems many people’s are.. so I’m waiting. But I like how videos look there, and how words look here.
Nothing to be ashamed of. I think we all covet that clasp and gasp. This is especially true after something like major surgery when we first step back out on the dance floor, or golf course lol. We feel we achieved a moments feat, and hope that people clasp and gasp in admission of our achievement. You definitely are "A Walk To Remember". The legacy you're leaving, and the lives you've touched transcend not only your Dance Company, but also transcend yourself as well. I don't think you understand the sheer magnitude of the legacy or lives you've touched, but I hope you do one day, and when you do you will instantly know you've grasped it. I do think you should leave that whisper unanswered. It's an intrigue for you to know, and others to discover. Not everything needs to be made bluntly apparent. "That just gave me a couple more weeks to live.". I fully understand this sentiment, and you do not need to explain. If someone know then they know, and if they don't know they will never understand. I agree that you should've probably regretted meaning it, and truly feeling it, but I also understand this feeling. That whole feeling accomplished for a short time, and having a reason to continue, but at the same time feeling sort of like your life is worthless because of ever growing limitations. It's a horrible duality of feelings no one should have to experience. You however should not regret saying it. You said what you felt and meant, and that's never to be regretted. That's called being truthful and real, and that's something to be admired. I agree bathtubs should be more rounded, especially for after surgery, or for people with hip pelvis and spine issues. I have had back issues for years, and multiple hip dislocations, I so fully understand how much driving can hurt, but please no tuck and roll I'm pretty sure that's not advisable this soon into recovery. I don't know if you've heard of it, but there's a seat cushion called a Roho. It was originally designed for wheelchairs, but works wonders for car rides. You can light that candle in your psyche, but it needs oxygen to burn. That oxygen is someone who helps pull you up with a rope from the darkness of the hole. Performing something, even in limited form, for the first time in months after a ginormous traumatic event is addicting. Performing in any way is a drug for us creative types. Just the feeling of being back home in our comfort zones performing whatever we do is exactly the high that gets us through. No need to defend this just revel in the glorious feeling.
Firstly, the part of the world that is me clasps and gasps as well ❤️ secondly, you now dance better than able bodied me (because I must have been born maybe to understand taxes but not to dance). Thirdly, doing what is „you” even if imperfect in your eyes actually may give reason to live (I had such feeling when I volunteered for Ukraine early 2022 and miss it profoundly). Be you.
As someone who suffers with chronic pain and most days can barely get out of bed. I desperately needed a voice like yours and I thank you from the bottom of my heart!