Everyone has their own one special thing that means the world to them or has impacted their life in some way. For some, it might be two or even more things that mean the world to them. For me these two things are volleyball and dance. Some of you may be wondering what these two things have in common; not much, besides the fact that almost every sport incorporates a need for good balance and coordination, which is a huge component in being a dancer as well.
I began playing volleyball when I was about 12, kind of late but there aren't many volleyball leagues for younger children. Ever since I started to play I loved it more than anything. Every time I had something going on, or I was mad or upset about anything, I would pick up a volleyball and I would instantly feel better. If I was angry I would slam the volleyball as hard as I could and suddenly I was less angry. Playing up until I was 17 was the best experience of my life. All the wins and even the losses, the team bus rides and practices spent laughing until we couldn't breathe, I wouldn't trade any of that for the world.
Letting go of volleyball was one of the hardest things of my life. It really takes a toll on me even to this day.. but sometimes you have to let go of certain things and face reality. Volleyball will always be a huge part of my life but in the end I had to move on from it for the time being.
Dance... let me just say there is nothing like it. Dance can express any emotion you could be feeling just through movement. I can let you know if I'm happy, sad, grieving, angry, or any other feeling just through my music selection and my moves. Every dance class was a great time. I would look forward to going to class every week and learning something new. I made some of my best friends throughout my dance career as well. We'd spend week nights together and dance around in class like idiots when we weren't practicing. We'd laugh at each other if we messed up or fell and that was the best part about it. Years of recitals full of nerves, smiles, and of course pointed feet were years I will never forget.
When I graduated from my dance studio last year at 18, it was a time I will never forget. Knowing that all the nights at the studio and all the recitals were finally over was so heartbreaking. I remember taking my final bow with my best friend right by my side like it was yesterday.
To those of you who have something you love to do, or more than one thing, hold on to it for as long as you can. If the day comes that you must give it up, do so if you must, but always hold the memories close to your heart. That one special thing will be a constant reminder of all the times you felt happy and safe doing what you loved.
