Dance Narrative

I pulled up my pretty pink tights, slipped into my ballet slippers and straightened my favorite black leotard. I fastened my hair up in the tightest bun I could handle, and layered on the most elaborate stage make up. It suddenly hit me that this was the last time I would be doing this ritual. For I was primping and prepping for my last performance as a member of the dance company. I had devoted my entire childhood to dance and finally the curtain was about to close. I was ending something that was not only one of my passions, but my lifestyle. My life was no longer, "who had the best flexibility" or "who had the better form." Although I would love to continue being part of this, I knew that I needed to focus on the future. My extracurricular interests had to be more evenly distributed. Dance could no longer overshadow all. It is still one of my passions, but not what I …show more content…
My schedule was practically burying me alive with how little time I had to do anything. My mantra for my junior year was,"School. Drama. Work. Dance. Sleep and repeat". While I enjoyed every waking minute of my life, I kept saying to myself that something has got to give. There either needed to be more hours in the day or I was going to have to fix my schedule to fit my needs. While the general population and I would love to have twenty-six hour days, I knew that that was probably never going to be the case. That's when I made the decision to give up dance. It hurt me to even think about or ponder on it for too long, but I knew it had to be done. Dance had taught me so much, and in it's final moments in my life it taught me one more. Breathe. Take a step back and assess the situation. Find out what needs to get done to fix the problem. I was never going to get anything done if I was running around from one thing to another like a chicken with its head cut off. I needed to physically take myself out of the situation for a few minutes to get my head on