I'm not the best—nor the worst—but I am a dancer. And it makes my heart happy. It makes my soul sing. It makes me breathe deep sighs of joy.
The 2 hours and 45 minutes I spend at the dance studio are, without a doubt, some of the best hours of my week. I can let everything else go. Nothing else matters except what's happening right then. I'm not fielding phone calls and emails, not trying to do three things at once and feeling pressured to do two more on top of that.
No. It's just dancing. Learning technique, practicing dance routines, letting go of ego and pride. It's not easy, but it's fun.
It is my joy.