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Why I dance…

3 Jun

Ever wonder why someone chooses to do something… meaning a hobby or a sport or even reading a book for fun? I recently had a conversation with one of my friends about this, we mainly talked about why we contra dance. I first started contra dancing five years ago at the end of spring semester of my junior year, they decided to start a contra dance in Bristol, VA and one friend had been contra dancing for a long while and told us all how much fun it was. So I decided to give it a chance and I am glad that I did because it allowed me to strengthen the friends I had made that year and when I moved back to Rhode Island and finally had a license and a car I was able to continue dancing and meet some amazing people at home.

A few months ago I realized how much dancing I had been doing the past two years and also noticed the lack of that beautiful feeling of a “dance high”. I honestly think I was slowly becoming bored with dancing, mainly contra dancing, simply because I was contra dancing sometimes multiple times a week. I shouldn’t feel that way about something I love and I think I found a need to write about it because friends weren’t understanding fully why I felt like I needed a break from contra. When I was in school I wasn’t able to dance a few times a week or even once a week, so every time I did get to dance it was fun and exciting and left me wanting more. There might be people who still don’t understand why I am doing this, maybe in time they will.

While not dancing, I have been doing other things that I love like art and writing and reading. I have also been working on things and reading up about social/world issues that I had kind of pushed to the back of my mind after college. And surprisingly everything else that is going on in my life feeling like bad things keep getting thrown at me, I refuse to say that I hate my life, and most people if they were in my shoes might be doing just that.

While I may have digressed a bit from the original topic, it was necessary for that last paragraph. I will continue to dance, but if it’s not every week or only once a week, please don’t say that you disagree with my reasons for not needing to dance every week. Because they are my reasons and not yours. They work the same as opinions, and I shouldn’t have to explain this every time I decide to take a small step back. Sometimes it’s good to take a break from something you love and do all the time, simply to remember why you love it and what made you love it in the first place.

Thank you for taking a few minutes to read this!

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Music is love….

12 Feb

Music is love....

So I’ve posted this photo a bunch. Music is how most of us survive. We listen to music everyday. We choose the songs that fit our mood or have the ability to change our moods to how we want to be feeling. It’s how we express ourselves when the right words are too difficult to find.

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“Music is what …

28 Jan

“Music is what we use to express how we feel when our own words fail.”

My own personal quote. I wrote those words when creating a threadless t-shirt design. I love music and how I can express myself through music and lyrics and also the music that makes me get up and dance.

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