on dancing
I love to dance.

I started taking ballet lessons when I was 3 or 4, and some of my earliest memories involve those classes ("Hold your arms round, as if there was a large balloon there - what colour is your balloon today?").

I continued taking all sorts of different lessons up until highschool, but had to stop for various sucky reasons that I'm still bitter about. ("Piano lessons? That requires us buying a piano? Sure! Of course! Ballet lessons? I'm not sure we can afford them right now...plus isn't it in a 'bad' part of town...")

When I turned 18, and I was finally able to get into clubs, I went dancing 4-5 nights a week. I had a group of friends who were always out, always dancing. Although I've lost touch with pretty much all of them, I still have good memories.

DH and I met at a danceclub. I remember hoping that he would want to take me home, not based on my looks or conversation, but on my dancing.

Over the past 5 years, I've danced less and less. I've tried some classes, but they never really worked for me. Even if there are dance routines involved, there's never a performance, or a real reason to practise and improve. And I've never been great at going to the gym consistently, or even working on equipment at home.

Then, DH bought me Dance Dance Revolution Universe 3 for xmas.

I haven't had this much fun since, well, since he bought me Rock Band last year. But it's a different kind of fun. I feel like I'm re-familiarizing myself with my body, with how it used to move and bend. Reclaiming it even.

And for the first time ever, exercising (dancing? playing?) consistently hasn't been an issue, even when I've been tiredachysleepybusy.

Have I mentioned that I love to dance?