The start of something

I have been thinking of beginning a blog for some time now. Normally, I dislike blogs and I've never quite understood the point of having a space where one professes the inner margins of his/herself. I find it excessive. Lately, however, I have been dreaming of a space where I can offer up my words and perhaps someone will locate me there inside them. In college, I experienced a subtle shift where I became introverted and quiet. A very dear friend once told me: "whenever you feel like taking up all the space (there's infinite amounts), becoming big and filling it with your grace or whatever else you feel like, I hope you do." Over the past two years, I have felt myself grow and expand in ways I never would have thought possible and now I choose to be LOUD.

I have been dancing since I was 3 1/2 and for what feels like an eternity. Much of my existence and identity as a person has been tied to dance. I will always be a dancer and I truly believe this. I have had ambitions of returning to school for some time, but could never decide on the appropriate next step. I have considered careers in teaching, arts administration, non profit management, and art therapy, but continue to return to one: social work. It is with a profound sense of urgency that I seek to put my vision and ideals into practice in order to create a new kind of choreography; one that isn't about art or steps or movement, but people. In September, I will being work on my Masters of Social Work at New York University. How I got to this point is a very long story and I feel that I am only beginning to access the words that make-mold-shape-tell it.

This fall will encompass many things: endings, beginnings, expansion, realizations, endurance, determination, questions that may or may not have answers, and a fear of the unknown. Simply put: it is also a continuation, for we are always in the process of becoming...

I am terrified of this next step and yet I fully embrace the numerous possibilities and potential outcomes. Even if I fail, I will know that at least I have tried. I do not for a moment pretend that I could have gotten this far without the unwavering support and friendship of many individuals - thank you. And mama, thank you for all that you are, all that you have given me, and for allowing me to explore-dream-discover...always.

In the meantime, I can feel my spirit wanting to soar.