We only have one life to live. Or if you believe in reincarnation, we have multiple lives to live. But even at that, we only get one chance to live with the circumstances we’ve been placed in. In our next life we could be handicapped or be a poor ant with a short life span and not near all the capabilities that we have as a human. Every second should count, because it could be gone today, or tomorrow, or in several years. We just don’t know when the end is going to come. Some of my greatest pains have been a result of my most happy times, and vice versa. I don’t want everything in my life to be pleasant and easy, because then I won’t have the seeds I need to grow and prosper into a wise old woman. Life will have plenty of hardships for me that I can’t control stumbling into my path, inevitable obstacles I will have to cope with. But, there are few things that I do have the ability to change.

This is why, for the sake of my happiness (and sanity), I quit dance last night. Cold turkey, told her I quit. I quit my job there and I quit my classes. I’ve spent a decade of my life at the studio. Every week, multiple days a week, for ten years, save for three months during the summer out of each year. It was hard, to say the least. It’s been such an active role in my life that it feels weird to not have it there anymore. I couldn’t be more relieved though. I feel like I finally took the initiative and changed something that was making me unhappy. I stopped being a puppet controlled by my parents and my boss and my peers, and I quit. Because it’s what was best for ME. I feel liberated. Free from doing leaps and turns and booty shakes that no longer had life in their movements because I lacked the passion. Free from holding my tongue around vain, stuck-up bitches. I’m freeing my self from the chains that have been holding me down. Slowly but surely.