In 2014, I struggled. I struggled with comparison. Day after day. Hour upon hour. It left me defeated, feeling useless, purposeless and incredibly insecure. I would override in my head what God called me to-I would make up excuses. “She … Continue reading
Have you ever looked closely at a dancers feet? They are absolutely disgusting. Skin is torn up, callouses have developed, and more often than not toes are pointing strange ways.
I am a dancer. My feet are pretty gross and I’m totally aware of it. After class, I like to soak in a hot bath cuz it feels real nice on my sore muscles.
Ya know what I love about it though? When you see a dancer dancing beautifully on stage, you don’t see their feet. You see beautiful lines, exquisite turns and jumps, and gravity defying allusions. It’s beautiful. All the hard work in classes of turning over and over, stretching, and dancing your guys out pays off.
In the end, there’s a beautiful show.
And that’s all the audience sees: the show, the art, the beauty.
Joyfully Remade 