At a deadly pace

I poured everything - chaos, tears, desperation - into dance. And so I purged until there was nothing left and I could once again grow into someone stronger, more powerful, and more beautiful. This is the fortunate miracle of the marriage between movement and music.  And now, it gets to be mine again.

Rehearsals start today, which means I can once again call myself a dancer.  It's always hard for me to describe how dancing makes me feel.  It's like transcending everything awful and horrible in the world and being absolutely immersed in something beautiful.  It's saying everything that words can't.  It's feeling everything there is to feel.

Someone asked me when I feel most beautiful.  What do I wear?  What kind of makeup do I put on?  My answer is when I look like hell after hours of working and sweating, when my makeup is running and my hair is greasy and my entire body hurts.

I feel most beautiful when I look like this:

Because everyone should have a hobby, right?

Much love.  Have a passion!  Life is boring without one.