Dance Is Music Made Visible

Do you ever have those moments in your car when your body is undulating to the rhythm of the music? You are singing awfully at the top of your lungs and dancing while you sit in traffic. I do this more often than any human being should. I would define myself as one of those girls who blasts rap music in their car on the way to the farmer’s market and then ventures to hot yoga/Pilates.


Sometimes, I just start dancing in my kitchen while I’m cleaning and then my roommate appears out of nowhere cracking up at how ridiculous I am. There are moments in my life where I seriously contemplate whether my life is a joke. How did I get here? How am I still alive? And do you ever wonder how you look in someone else’s eyes?  Or how someone would describe you to a stranger? Ignorance is bliss, right?