I have been really going through my list lately. Looking at what would make me happy and taking steps to get there. To become a more complete me. A happier me.

So, yesterday I started looking for dance classes in my area. Of course I found them. Many of them I could choose from. Tap, Ballet, Jazz, the list goes on.

But then, I had a flashback. To 8th grade. To Cassie Boorn at 13 years old. Working tediously to make the dance team. I made it! I remember the first practice vividly I was sweating. Drenched in sweat. Tired. And realizing more and more that my feet and hands were controlled by two very different parts of my brain. I began counting the days until the year was over. I dreaded every practice, every performance, every competition.

So why would I want to take a dance class?

I don’t. Well, I kind of do. You see, when I romaticize my mind in a different body. One with control and coordination. And I turn dance classes into the romantic movement they are in movies I DO want to take a dance class!

In reality? notsomuch.

Then this morning I came across this amazing summer camp these two artists are holding. a VIRTUAL summer camp. Something that can fit in my schedule. Something that can teach me a skill I don’t already have. Something that can challenge and inspire me. So, I am going to do it.

Maybe you will join me…