I love dancing. Always have. I put on tap shoes nearly every morning and dance - often in the dark - before my day gets going. I feel invigorated and vital and, every once in a while, sublime.
But I hate performing. This may surprise my parents who had to endure my earnest pirouettes while I said "watch me!" before I became the torturedly self-conscious creature I was from kindergarten to.. well... my 30s.
I'm proud of myself for pushing my boundaries for the past few years and performing with my class. They're wonderful dancers who love performing. But I realize that for me, dance is not a performing art. As I took off my taps that day I knew it was the last time on stage. Just because something scares me doesn't mean I HAVE to do it to prove I'm brave.
I'll still go to class, and I'll still dance, but I'm going back to loving it.