Here we go again :) Travelling to London today, so I'm wearing a London shirt ofcourse! A sense of fatigue is already here. Not truly fatigued, I'm just pre-fatigued because trying not to get fatigued makes me fatigued. Sometimes I wish I could fly away without any knowledge about my destination.
"Ready or not, here I come! You can't hide."
Flying away like a brainless chicken has its ups but also lots of downsides. There is one main downside ofcourse, quite literally. It's a good thing chickens don't really fly high up the air, but that means there's not even an upside!
Playing tricks on words with myself, it's clear I don't wanna get tired but also I do want to get tired. Tiredness can provide a fifth dimension to things, so it's not always a bad thing.
"I can see clearly now the rain has gone!"
If I'm too tired I might not be able to see my obstacles that clear, it can prevent me from seeing them or prevent me from climbing over them.
I'm a just trying to prove a point to myself here? What is this really about?
Red Riding Hood
Here we go again, let all the nerves come back an shroud me in a cloud of British stardust. I am so excited and a hint of scared.
Between the intensive of Greece and the UK quite a lot has happened. Atleast in an optimistic retrospect. I might draw other conclusions but he musn't.
So what's gonna happen? I need a lot of mental preparation, or no preparation at all! In a way going to Greece was pretty easier without preparation.....Do I need preperation for something else? I am in fact in preperation of something else...
A show! It sounds like the biggest event ever, but it felt like this...it just felt like this thing thus far. It's like a wolf in sheep's clothing, except it's even more surprising for the writer.
And the winner is....
I'll be hosting an annual award show this week, which is actually quite the achievement. Have the real nerves finally revealed themselves? Just one way to know for sure.
Could I really face my past? Go back into time? I'm sure I'm not made to look back into the past.
That doesn't make any sense. Could I really face...no, do I really want to meet the past? Is there a reason why? Do I become a better dancer? How can I...how can I use it?
I do remember promises I made in the past.... but the promises might be remembered by no one....? At least my future is crystal clear to me.
Remember, remember....the 5th of November
Is the past lurking in the dark, just waiting for its prey? Even if it's harmless I would still be afraid. The real question that I would think of... is the past lurking or hiding in the dark?
Hello darkness my old friend....
Maybe I am the one lurking in the dark. Who's actually in control here? Let's find out!
When one door opens another one opens....you always expect the monsters under the bed, but the real threat comes in through the door. Through the door?....that means going through the door is defeating my worst enemies. I disconnected from my blockades, disconnected from resentment, disconnected from the ordinary. Am I disconnecting from reality or fantasy?
I am connecting to whatever is behind the doorway, I'm racing to beyond the horizon. I wish I could blow up obstacles, but I don't want to blow up my brain. The latest workshop did not feel as intended due to obstacles, but every little hardship I felt was eventually replaced by something good.
GOOOOOOOEEEEEEEDEMORGEN!!!! (Good morning)
Never knew how important my own language could be, within dance especially, language is extremely important. I'll be d(r)iving in the world of wheelchair (exclusive) dance and it's language soon, to gain more quality in my wheelchair (inclusive) dance and also to be able to translate to and from legusers more effectively.
Special thanks to KTRN
Monsters Inc., © MMI Disney Enterprises, Inc./Pixar Animation Studios
I have had trouble getting my thoughts into words, now my head has cracked open and let out some words. I've read my stories, stories that missed the essence of…..me…this, this me again. I'm relaxed while my mind is racing or something like that. Oh, I'm also curious, oh so curious.....where will I be eventually?
Dance...is it true? Are you what I've been searching for? Are you really as magnificent as I imagined. My heart stopped for a second when someone told me I could not combine study and dance. Also I noticed I lie to myself, I lie about the true impact of dance. I've been on a trip for one and a half week....I packed my bag with dance clothes and I exercised....what a difference...I danced! I actually packed and use dance clothes. I bought dance clothes! I wanted it... And I danced!
I danced in a parking garage, I danced at the elevator. It didn't bother me two men saw me dancing. I did care a little, but I continued to dance. A wonderful world for me, so many people should be able to see that. It might mean so much to....them? And to me.....
Is it truly about others or....?
this is me
Sander / 22 / Dutch / Wheelchair Based Dancer / Wheelchair User / Leg User Discoverer of dance since October, 2016.