My performances last night and today weren’t perfect, but I still feel pretty good about it all. Doing alegrias let me tap into the pure joy I feel when I dance. And I was told I looked “happy” and “sassy” so I guess I kinda did what I set out to do. Ole, me!

All the dancers were so lovely. Such spark in all of us. I love watching my classmates dance because we all bring something very different to the stage. And watching Rina … well, that’s another story. So calm and graceful, yet so strong and bad-ass. Yeah.

Will I ever be like her? Hell yes, I will. Might take a while, but I’ll get there. I’m in this for the long haul.

And now back to work I go. Time to digest the whole experience, come up with a new plan of attack, and get back to the studio. A flamenca’s work is never done, after all.

After a performance, I’m always overwhelmed by feelings of relief, renewed energy, satisfaction, joy. Especially joy. Dancing just makes me so damn happy. And isn’t that what it’s all about?