Cannot Wait!

Atlantic City Competition After Party

It's been a couple of months since I danced because I am taking some time to rehab some old  injuries that reared their ugly head.  Good news is, I have this amazing physical therapist, Alex...who is going to start allowing me to do my exercises in my chunky practice heels.  Now what that means to me is simple....my strengthened muscles will now re-learn how to "fire" wearing the torturous foot covering required to rumba your way into a judges heart.....or an audience's heart.

Now I say torturous because wearing heels is tough enough....and then you add crazy dance steps and flips and splits just to make sure you really have your balance.  I was starting to see my balance was off from a knee injury....I have been their almost 4 months and joke that I might become  a "lifer" because it real has helped me completely turn things around.

The process reminds me of this....You are a small child and your mother makes you hold her hand to cross the street.  At a certain age, she teaches you how to do it safely and watches you.  Then you are old enough to do it with your friends...or teeth clenched...ALONE.  In the middle of all this, as the child you might not want to let go of your mother's hand....at first because you're afraid you can't do it alone. 

But you can do it alone...strength is yours...embrace it...learn from it...and get those darn muscles firing again!

As always, I try to relate my blog to how I make my characters.  I am better.  I feel wonderful.  At the end of the day, my life is great.  At the end of the war in my story....another war begins...the war of living with the circumstances that my children were dealt with being born during or even after the war.  They pay the price of the sins of their fathers, and grandfathers.....and on and on....