Last month I fell in love.
Can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence kind of love.
My first night in Provo, Katherine took Jon and I blues dancing.
I discovered two things that night. First, I was a terrible(!) follow. Second, I wanted nothing more than to devote my time to becoming better. And so began my love affair with movement.
Swing, Blues, Hip Hop, Jazz, Salsa...you name it, I'll try it!I can no longer imagine a week without dancing. I used to be a person that danced occasionally, but now I think it's pretty safe to say that I am a dancer. My fellow dancers understand the need, the drive, the [addiction.] If you don't understand, I'm not sure there's an adequate way to explain it.
Don't worry, I'm no longer a terrible follow. In fact, I'd say I'm pretty decent and I'm improving every day. I owe this to my beautifully patient friends that have taken the time to work with me and to pretty much every lead I've ever danced with. I learn something new every time I dance.
Not only am I in love with dance itself, but I'm in love with the culture. It seems that the moment I became a dancer, I gained an entirely new set of friends; a group of people that love me simply for loving the same thing they do.
[[Blues] Where we stop thinking, start feeling and live through momentum] -Katherine Gee