Making sacrifices to live the creative life
I love to dance. If I was a god, I would be the goddess of dance; someone called me that way back in school. Dance was my ‘safe’ place, my ‘escape’. When I start, I get lost, I live in the words of the music, the notes, I feel it in my bones as I take steps to create life in form of a dance movement. Sometimes it's in the abstract few times, it tells a story. The joy was not to define the movement but let it come naturally. Now, I find that place so hard to return to. You juggle between making a living and following your passion and sometimes you fall into your 2 nd or 3 rd passion and that, most often than not, gives not as much satisfaction as your main passion. I love to write. Creatively, crazily, weirdly; not the usual. Sensual and horrific if possible…sic. It's an escape route that takes me to a world of creativity. I get lost just like when dancing; I smile, I chuckle, I admire my ingenuity as I write. I know people will think me sick and I just love that t...