Personal Narrative: Quitting Dance

Quitting dance will be the worst mistake- why do you want to stop something when you have just begun? Trying to convince my dance instructor that it was what I needed to do was hard enough, but convincing myself that it was the right thing was even harder. That day, I battled internally with choose between my two loves, but now looking back do not regret a day after my decision. I remember that fresh spring morning, going to my first Irish dance class, where I found my first love. Those dance shoes seemed to be attached to my feet as soon as learned how to tie their long weaving laces. However, it was not until mastered my first dance step, did I know I found my destiny. I loved how the rhythm of the Irish folk music blended together with …show more content…
I found it showed my talents, where it seemed like I had not any other place. It seemed to become close to the point of an obsession, as I would lose myself in the rhythm of the music. All the hours put in dance were not in vain, however; rather, for every minute put in, became twice as good as before. My dance instructor noticed my talent and I was offered to be a part of the prestigious performance team. I felt the rush of energy shooting up as I considered the opportunity, only to have it quickly brought down, by a yearning in my heart for something even greater- even more than dance. I soon realized what I was looking for could no longer be satisfied with my two feet, but instead sitting on top of four in a …show more content…
It was always a dream of mine since I was a child to ride a galloping white horse across a sandy seashore. Even though it was not exactly how it was pictured in my mind, I soon came to discover a deep bond I shared with a short stubby mare named Sundance. Soon, hours of dance were interrupted by hours of saddle time. Although she was stubborn and hardheaded, Sundance taught me how to be assertive, forcing me to take the lead. No longer did I work independently, but was challenged by the virtue of patience when she decide to follow her lead instead of mine. It was easy to fall in love with this newfound friend of mine. Although my heart was large enough to fit my two loves of horses and dance, my parent’s wallet was not. Not until weeks later did I decide to trade my dance shoes for a pair of riding boots. The phone call to my dance instructor was the hardest part. Did I waste all of those hours repeating the same song over and over till I succeeded in perfecting that dance? What if horseback riding was not my niche? What if I missed out to take the opportunity to connect with a remarkable animal? She tried to convince me to stay as I was trying to convince myself leaving was the right thing for me to do. I wanted to reach out of my comfort zone and widen my experiences. My desire for a change finally triumphed, and today I could not be happier with my