A Year After My First Performance

A full year has passed since my first performance back in 2017. Looking back, the feelings I had at that time were quite intense. I even wrote a long post about it. Rereading it now, I can see pain embedded in every line. How could I have been so bad at dancing? When I got to the part where it took me an hour to learn a 10-second choreography, I just about lost my mind…

And yet that same person did no fewer than two performances at this fall’s party. One was the beginner-intermediate class performance, and the other was a celebratory performance by the Mupung Dance Club. I prepared pretty hard. It was tough, but more than anything, I wanted to do well. So if someone were to ask me whether I pulled it off, well, sadly, not quite. It’s still at a level that’s hard to watch without an affectionate eye. And confronting my own incompetence is a brutal thing.

Even so, the reason I can love dancing is purely because of the people who danced with me. The sense of fulfillment, the elation, and all the other feelings that words can’t even begin to capture when we’re together. These were emotions I never felt back when I only did sports where you have to endure the pain alone. Thanks to them, I think I can now leave the worries I had when I first started dancing behind as fond memories. I would like to take this opportunity to once again express my gratitude to everyone who danced alongside me.

Thank you so much for dancing with me!