Thursday, September 01, 2011 / 11:20 PM
How strange...
Reflecting in the midst of a crowded timbre on a thursday night.
Reflecting about, my parents.
It sparked from a conversation w my colleague who lamented about how she wished her parents had pushed her in her younger days, to pursue music or dance... This came after she found out that Iv been dancing since 3.
Initially, I had shrugged it off. It was not uncommon for parents to push their children, much less for children to obey their parents wishes. But, a song later, some drinks later.. I still felt this niggling at the corner of my childhood memories.
My parents pushed me. They pushed me by not making dance an option. It was never," school exams, so don't go or dance," neither was it ever,"you didn't do well for your tests so no ballet for you." while many of my peers at that time suffered from their parents' orders to take a break from dance or have a family holiday so miss dance classes, dance was never an alternative. It became and was expected to be, my way of life. I vividly rem one incident where I left dance crying, complaining xm
JsoyP
The Girl Inside
Michelle,
seeking the best in her, yet looking at her best days unfolding right before her at the same time.
contact her at: inspiremydance@hotmail.com
"It's not how hard you fall, but how hard you fight back."
Look at the stars, and not the reflection of the moon.
~endless time in the studio
~more cuppa time with dearlings
~travel more places
~dressing up
~getting that diver's license by 2009
