Earning Pain

I find it somewhat appropriate that my first post on here will be about dancing. I am going to talk (or I guess write) about how wonderful pain from dance feels.

A few years ago, there was a girl in my class who would show off her blood blisters every time she got them. I was so jealous. She made it seem like something every dancer needed. Unfortunately, I never got one. I hardly even got blisters, much less made them bleed.

I felt somehow incomplete.

This past weekend, my dance class had an amazing workshop. We were on our toes a lot, way more than our class was used to. And my toes really started to hurt. When I took off my right shoe, I saw blood. On my sock. I started to get really excited. Sure enough, when I stripped away my sock, I found ... A blood blister!! The first of my dancing career.

It took a long while, but it finally came.

Dance does hurt. A lot at times. But it's a good kind of pain. The kind that makes you feel accomplished. The kind that makes you grow. The kind you have to earn.

And that's why I love dance. Because when I dance, I feel pain. And I know I earned it.