There’s absolutely no other feeling in the world like flying. I know, because I fly—not in a plane, or on a hang glider—but I fly with my feet. When a sudden beating drum and a wailing fiddle echo throughout the room, my feet shoot into the air, weaving my body in all directions. That’s when I really fly, when my body soars gracefully around the room, in perfect rhythm and harmony with the flowing music.But my feet do not just gallop aimlessly; the steps I take are taken with great meaning. I am not just any dancer—I am a contemporary dancer. I began dancing at the late age but I continue to do so. Dancing has been a part of my entire life, however only four years ago I started building my muscles and stretching my limbs in order to learn the required fancy footwork. It is not just a hobby, it is not just a talent, it is a passion. And it is my passion.

If there’s one thing that can be said about me, it is that I am an incredibly passionate person. I put my heart and soul into everything I do, whether it is relationships, music, school, dancing, writing, teaching or even life. And there’s nothing that stirs up passion inside of my soul like dancing. The second I lace up my shoes and point my toe, waiting for the loud, wailing fiddle and the pounding of the rhythm , a flood of boiling blood bursts through my veins and pumps adrenaline throughout my body.
