Whenever I'm not blogging, working, or eating/drinking somewhere, I'm in the dance studio practicing with my partner, Jerlyn. Unknown to some readers of this blog (which is completely understandable as I post mostly about food and travel, although it's actually in my header, LOL), I'm a Latin dancer who occasionally competes in national dancesport contests. It's not my career, but rather, my passion; not really a mere hobby, because I'm very serious about it, but not my entire world either. It's hard to explain. Dancing isn't my life, but I know that my life would be bleak and colorless without it.
In 2015, I was very lucky to have a partner again. I have this thing with dance partners—they always end up leaving me. Three years back, this girl stopped dancing with me to pursue her theater career. The following year, the girl who replaced her also left, to fulfill her dream of becoming a full-time engineer. Not that I don't have career aspirations, but dancing isn't something I'm willing to let go of. That's why despite my busy schedule, despite the countless sleepless nights, I still make time for it.
Jerlyn and I got back together in March and competed in the 5th Philippine Summer Ball, in which we ended up bagging silver medals. Lucky us! I had only one hour of sleep the night before but I managed to make it through the rounds and all without collapsing, LOL! And that was the start of our journey together; it was followed by more competitions: Philippine National Games, Midyear Ranking, and National Ranking.
The past year saw a lot of challenges, tears, laughter, practices, Rumba walks, drills, technical classes, sweat rounds, competitions, events, changes in routines, shows, mirror selfies, birthdays, drinking sessions, fights, surprises, secrets, and revelations—and I was happy to embrace all of them. Our dance group, BMG, is my dance family and spending time with them is something I always look forward to. There are way more happy moments than bad ones, and even the worst ones couldn't make me say goodbye to them (I think, haha).
As for dancing, I would continue doing it as long as I have two legs, two feet, functioning ears and eyes. As long as my body feels the indescribable urge to move whenever La Gorda Linda plays. As long as my soul lets loose every time I start moving on the floor. And hopefully, as long as I am healthy and alive.
Thank You for the gift of dance, and cheers to a more vibrant 2016!
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