How I know I’m a dancer…

I was driving earlier, listening to music, singing along, and daydreaming.  That’s such a bad habit for driving.  Anyhow, I realized as I was daydreaming that I was imagining myself dancing to the music.  It’s kind of crazy, really, especially as I imagine myself doing things I can’t possibly do, not physically anyway.

I started thinking about my life.  From a very young age I would daydream that I was dancing to music.  Often times I was far too tired to actually dance, or far to embarassed, but I’d imagine it.  It was so real, almost as though I was watching myself onstage from the low balcony of a small theater.  It’s always been a part of my life, a part of me, a part of who I am.

Then it came to me, this is my life.  I’m building it for myself.  I’m a dancer.  I spend so much of my waking hours dreaming of dance that it’s become a part of my very existance.  It’s who I am.  This is me, and I am dance.

So that consideration being made, I’ve decided I’ll never again live without it.  I’ll embrace it for what it is and who I am.  I am a dancer.

~*~Rave~*~