A friend suggested yesterday that I dance. "Dance angry," she wrote to me, because that was clearly all I could manage in the midst of the panic - "but dance." The five minutes I spent trusting her directions were tiring, but they also gave me a nudge: go back to class, Sonika. You need to move. She put it best: "You are a whole person: spirit, soul, and body. Don't get so stuck in your head that you forget to involve your body and spirit."
So that's how I spent an hour of my evening today - moving. In a dance class. And it was an hour of stamping-my-feet angry, but perhaps that was the point. €2 bought me the rush of pushing my body as far as it can go...and then further still. Just focus for an hour, I told myself. Make yourself focus for just one hour - focus on nothing but turnout, speed, and height on your toes. You can do that.
