I was a dancer for my whole childhood life. Actually, dancing WAS my whole life. This sport took control over my time, my body, and my mind. I loved it when I was younger, but as I reached about age 16 my feelings changed. I wanted to hang out with my friends or just relax for once after school. My schedule was filling up with driver’s training classes, high school gymnastics team, my part time job, friends, boyfriends, and anything else besides dance, really. I would get punished at dance if I missed a class or was even more than 15 minutes late. My instructors were not understanding of school activities or work. I remember being so angry that I grew to hate the one thing I always loved so much. It was complete bullshit. This strict schedule made me beyond miserable. I remember crying to my mom, expressing how much I did not want to be there. She always had the same response…… “Winners don’t quit and quitters don’t win”…….. I still cringe when I hear that saying. My mom was alwa...
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