To Dance Or Not To Be

One of the first things most people get to know about me, is that I am a dancer. It’s one of those most present, obvious things about me, apparently. NBI the dancer.

But I’m not taking dance classes anymore. I didn’t enroll myself, because of a few reasons. The first one, obviously, is that I believed I would be in Russia now. When I decided to stay, I only had one more week to enroll myself. But I also suddenly had to start my life in Belgium over again. The second reason is that I didn’t want to pay for a whole year while I could only attend classes for three months. And last but not least, they would be preparing a show, which I couldn’t take part in, because I will be abroad then.

Long story short, I’m currently not taking dance classes.

But how I miss it, how I miss it… Mentally, physically, I think I underestimated this. I don’t mind not getting up at 8 every Saturday morning, but that’s about the only bright side so far. I just really want to dance, I always feel the need to dance, but now I lack the space to properly do exercises. Every Saturday, every, every Saturday evening, I do dance in my room at home. It’s something. There is not enough space to do all the fun stuff though. No real jumping, no going from one side to the other while turning, no such things are possible.

There is also no good teacher who makes up new exercises, who corrects me, who makes good choreographies. What I do every Saturday evening is mainly to do something physical, to stay in shape a little, to not lose my technique and flexibility. Also, I do it to move. I still feel good when doing ballet exercises, even when space is limited.

I’ve come to realize that dancing makes me deal with things as well. It’s a form of meditation. You think of the music, the steps, all that, but you don’t really get the chance to think of the assignment you still have to do, that one thing you said to that person, what you still have to buy for dinner. And sometimes, when you’re really struggling with some issue, it helps to dance it out a little. Therapy in the dance studio. Yes, I know I’m getting cheesy.

I don’t just miss it mentally though. I’ve never had back aches so often, and I think I now where they come from : I move too little. The best cure for back aches so far for me, is to use my back, bend it, dance. It helps. Backs should be used often, and when you sit for too long, it will protest.

So you see, I’m made to dance. I’m not made to dance professionally, but my body screams for moving when I hear music. I still can’t go from point A to B without throwing in some arm movements or kicking legs. That’s what I’m made from still, that’s what I’m made for still. So I can’t wait to take dance classes again, to be in a dance studio again and to move, and to sweat, to feel elegant again.

I don’t want it. I just need it.

(To breathe, to feel, to know I’m alive – bonuspoint for anyone getting that Tool reference.)

Of course, no post on dance without a good video. This dance duet is so powerful, so beautiful, so heart crushing and impressive (all those lifts!). Warning: may beat you up mentally. But trust me, it’s worth it.

 

Is there something you cannot live without? What defines you for most people? Do you love dance? I promise not to hate on you if you don’t, however hard that will be 😉

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The New Life

So here I am, in my own little room in another city, having had a lesson, having met new people. Somehow, it seems a bit surreal. I wasn’t prepared, but I don’t think you can really be prepared for something you don’t really know. The most important thing though is that things are going well! Huzzah! I’m lucky to know some people here, lucky to have my brother who has helped me a lot in advance already. Lucky to not be a loner, too.

I’ve been busy yesterday. We were given information, too much, too vague, we could do a guided tour which I did, I had dinner with some classmates and some older people, I had a reception with free wine and a lot of talking. Even about Roman writers. I don’t think I should complain. For now, the people are really nice. Some of them seem to be so young still… Like kids. But after all, it doesn’t matter that hard. I’m so happy I had a busy first day! It felt like a good way to start the year. Talking to as much people as possible seems to be necessary for me. You might have noticed that, I always need people to love me. Attentionwhoring is my hobby. That’s why I started a blog, right?

There are for sure a few things that have been surprising. For example, apparently there’s a guy doing similar studies, and he’s a good friend of a good friend of mine. How small can this world be? One of the funniest things is that everyone is so predictable. You can easily tell their characteristics. Just from the way they look and act. Maybe I’m just right the same. Who’ll tell?

In Belgium, mostly the people move to the city of their university. Some don’t do it, it depends on how far away you live of course, but for me it’s two hours in a bus, doing that everyday is just suicide. So I moved as well. You can live in a residence or in a building that mostly started out as a regular house. We’ve got no roommates, but we live together with people in a building. It’s always a guess, will they be nice? Will they be horrible? I succeed a girl who wasn’t popular here. But the people in this building are all nice and friendly and I can feel at home here. They’re already a bit like family for me, just because we live here together.

I’m starting a new life and I find it both exciting and slightly frightening.O, and my studies? I’ll try to explain: my studies contain Russian and Polish, but not just the languages, also their history and stuff. It’s about both the languages and the area. They’re called Slavic studies. So nothing with dance after all :). I might perhaps do a year of journalism after this, but I’m not sure yet. Depends on how fed up I am with studying…

Thanks for your support, you people are always so nice, and you cheered me up!