Dancing is my passion. I fell in love with dance during an Alternative Classroom Learning Experience (ACLE) on Streetdance way back in 1st year college. Because of this, I took both basic and advance street dance PE classes. I auditioned and almost joined UP Street Dance Club, but the truckload of academics got in the way. I joined dance competitions with the organization I belonged to in engineering. I danced on several events for YFC based in UP Diliman.
Well, I really do love dancing, but a lot of things have kept me from it these past few years. And when I started working back in 2007, I couldn’t find the time to dance again, save for the occasions I had to dance or choreograph for performances during office Christmas parties. But of course that kind of dance is way simpler than what I used to do in college.
Work and life kind of got in the way. Of course, I’ve always wanted to go back to my love. Even during the dry times, I knew I was still in love with dance. I move at the mere sound of a groovy music. Sometime when I am alone, I even dance to imaginary music. I couldn’t take it out of my system.
Imagine my joy when I found a chance to attend dance classes this summer, under the instruction of one of my street dance coach from early college days.
It wasn’t a walk in the park. I worked in Taguig from 9am to 6pm and drove all the way to the dance studio in Quezon City in time for my 7pm class, twice a week. I started attending the classes on my own, with no friends to accompany me. All my classmates were at least 5 years younger than me, and some maybe 10 years younger. It wasn’t a basic dance class. I had a hard time going back to the level that they were dancing with. I wasn’t in good condition because I haven’t been really dancing these past few years. I had to catch up on so much, and I had to do it fast.
There was a bit of discouragement in my heart. It was difficult to manage time and schedules. I also felt like I didn’t belong anymore, that I couldn’t dance well anymore, and it was so hard to catch up. And yet I persevered, and continued on. Passion has a knack for driving you beyond your normal limits.
I know I’m not as good as my much younger classmates in dance, but I know that I was already able to push myself to dance to a tolerable, if not completely satisfying level. And I thank my coach so much for the patience that he has for me. I do hope I deliver a decent performance during the dance recital on Sunday.
And I do hope I could continue dancing, one way or another.