On dancing for a year…and counting

Malapit na mag one year.( It’s been almost a year.)

I started out fat and unsure, not knowing what would happen.

Dancing had once been a big part of my life, but it wasn’t anymore. A lot of things had happened and I was different. I was not even sure how I felt about dancing.

The journey back began as exercise, wanting to lose weight. It was street dance, something I knew I didn’t like growing up. I wasn’t cool and I didn’t have swag. I used to make my sister change the song if she was listening to Nelly ,etc.. That was that….so basically, I didn’t expect much from doing it.

The more I did it though, the love that I once had for ballet gradually came back, even if I was dancing something unfamiliar, awkward, and totally outside my comfort zone.

I started challenging myself to execute the choreography properly, to memorize quickly, and to push myself to go out of my comfort zone.

Of course, there were the classmates who encouraged me; the teachers who took pains to teach me the steps; and the awesome pieces that made me want to be better just so I could execute them right.

You might be wondering why I chose to learn street dance if I hated it so much growing up. The answer is also a mystery to me. One thing is certain though, I am happy I did it.

While not all us of are meant to be professional dancers, I believe that dancing is for everyone. The reason for it coming to our lives may vary—it may be a form of exercise, a creative outlet, an escape, or it may also be a chosen career. No matter what the reason is though, dance has a trigger that enables us to be better and do better.

I know that I am far from being the perfect dancer. Dance, on the other hand, has been the perfect savior. It has saved me for more times than I can count as child and eventually, as a teenager. It still does up to now. For that, I will be forever grateful that I learned how to dance.

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My dance journey in videos:

Month One

  1. In this video ( I think it was my third class), it looked like I didn’t now if I was dancing ballet, contemporary, or urban. I was so lost. I had to start somewhere though.

Teacher: GJ Romano

Week 1. JULY 2017

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2. 1st video shows that I basically didn’t move. hehehehe.

Teacher: Ritz of Gforce

3….and the cringe-worthy classes continued.

Stylettos Company Class

3rd Week. 🙂 AUGUST 2017

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4 months after

4. I could follow the steps at times, but that was it, I just followed it.
Looking back, it looked like I was marking. The other dancers, on the other hand, were killing it.

Yikes, sorry Adam Alonzo (choreographer).

Teacher: Adam Alonzo

6 months after:

5. I wrote a semi-long post on Facebook celebrating progress. I was so happy I did a semi-okay job on contemporary choreography. Here is the video

Teacher: Ritz of G-force

6. For the first time ever, a teacher also asked me to repeat the choreography in class. This usually means that you did a good job.

Almost a year after

I could kind of execute Urban:

Teacher: GJ Romano

I could improvise choreography with a partner

I would kind of do a grand jette’ again (though it needs so much work)

I finished a Dance Summer Workshop (by Ef Studios)

and the journey goes on…I still have so many things to learn and to work on.

To reiterate:

“I know that I am far from being the perfect dancer. Dance, on the other hand, has been the perfect savior. It saved me for more times than I can count as child and teenager. It still does up to now. For that, I will be forever grateful that I learned how to dance.”

Shout out to Marc Devon (of Marc Devon Dance Workshop), GJ Romano (ef studios, lgac), Acts , Stylettos, Joey Nealaga (A-team, lgac, ef studios), and G-force. Thanks for everything! 🙂

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Beyond the Wall: The Beauty of Moving On

Moving On.

It’s a term usually associated with a past relationship.The truth is though, people move on from way more things in life- it can be a failed test, a stolen phone, a lost friendship, a humiliating experience, etc. The list goes on.

Moving on is a test of strength. When you’re in the middle on moving on, it always seems like you’ll never be able to get past the finish line. It’s like you’re always looking back at the way things were before, to how you wished things had turned out in the past.

The thing is, the past will only be just that— THE PAST. Nothing will come out of looking back—it won’t change no matter how many times you look back at it, wishing that’s not what you saw.

Unfortunately, it always looks differently when you’re looking at it from the middle.

Thank God, there always seems to be that jolt that inexplicably happens. Something that pushes us beyond the wall of yesterday, allowing us to be liberated from hanging on to whatever it is.

All of us have been constantly moving on from stuff. And if you think about it, what would
life be like if you didn’t have to move on from anything? Life would definitely be easier.

But  would you be better?

Something to think about.

source: http://www.healthylifestylesliving.com