movement exchange


 When I decided to sign up for my first dance class, at the ripe age of 2, it never occurred to me how much of a privilege this was.  As I galloped across the floor from one bubblegum pink wall to another, my intrinsic love for movement was sprouting into something tangible and my dance education, though mostly heel taps and frog leaps, began to blossom.  During these early years, dance lessons allowed me to express myself and as I matured, I began to identify more and more as a “dancer”.  Somewhere between my early withdrawal from Brownies (pre-Girl Scout status) and my first pair of pointe shoes, dancing evolved from something I did to everything I was. Little did I know, thousands of children possessed this innate urge to move but lacked the resources to explore and expand it.

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Fast forward 20 years to the present, I now dance professionally, and sharing my experiences through this blog has become as much a part of my identity as ballet itself.   Continue reading