Dance: Strengths and Pains

I'm an obsessive dance. I have a true addiction. The chaos, strength, and beauty piled into this art form makes it so addicting. The control can be addicting to some, but there is no true way to control dance (if you really go for it and challenge yourself), and that's why I love it. One simple mistake, and you broke something. One simple miscalculation, and you've scraped half the skin off of your arm. And there's always more to improve: spin faster, turn longer, stretch farther, lengthen more, balance longer, more, more, more. There is no true perfection in dance, and that's why I can't stop. I can't get mad at myself when I didn't complete it perfectly. You just get up and try again, not knowing what you're truly aiming for. 

Today I've danced too much. The bottom of my feet are calloused, and rough. My sides are burning, sweat was pouring, and I continued. But I'm getting stronger. Balancing longer, furthering my extension, and discovering more intense combinations. 

I think I might have broken my toe. Or maybe I stubbed it, or just bumped it wrong. But, my toe sure did hurt, no matter what happened to it. That was the first sign that I needed to stop. The second sign, came four songs down the road. First a simple pain in my side, and then it moved to my chest when I ignored it. It felt like my ribs were stabbing my heart over and over again. 

So I stopped.
Breathless and worn out, my limbs shaking, muscles quivering.
And now as I listen to Tere Liye, I'm dying for a snack.

"Your scent is looking for my life
Every single moment spent, is in your thoughts.
My dreams are telling me to keep you in my eyes.
I will get some satisfaction if you indicate your love for me.
Just for you, I dance madly in love, just for you"
~Tere Liye

-TAASG