I just want to impress me.

I had a vision today! The vision is daring, daunting, and delightful. I’m dancing but, really dancing and I’m really, good. Things like that scare me to say because I see other people doing things and their really not that good. : (

But who am I? If it gives joy, who cares?

Thing is with me, I get joy from the look of it. I want to be impressed by my body, by my rhythm, by my spirit. I want my spirit to be shown in the form of dance. I want to tell stories with my body, because dancing is…right now… everything.

Is that foolish for me to say? I don’t care. The benefits of going for it reminds me of the saying, “Reach for the moon, even if you miss you’ll still be among the stars.”

I see myself dancing to songs like “If” by Janet Jackson, “God is a Women,” by Ariana Grande and “Grove St. Party,” as my practice.

I hope along the way, I get little nudges to keep going because I feel good about this one.

I just want to impress me. If I can do that, I’ve succeeded.