First Things

How did I end up writing this blog post? Or better yet, how did I end up needing a blog in the first place? Ah yes - first things. Introduction things. Me things.

My mom says I was born dancing. Those dancing feet carried us from California to Washington, firmly planting my family of eight onto the fertile ground of a family farm. I danced my way through public school and classes at the Melody Lane Academy for the Performing Arts. 

Ballet. 

Tap. 

Jazz. 

Nothing. 

Ballet.

Opportunities opened up for me to attend a community college and receive my Associates in Arts degree in the place of regular high school attendance and graduation. I kept myself busy with piano lessons, musical rehearsals, church callings and my job as a dental assistant. Then at the eager age of eighteen, dance shoes and all, I transferred to Brigham Young University to pursue my major, Elementary Education. Then at the even more eager age of nineteen, I put academics on hold to serve as a full-time missionary in the Japan Fukuoka Mission. I have recently returned and life has wasted no time in providing me with opportunities to learn and grow... and dance.

Ballroom.

Ballet.

Contemporary.

Folk.

Country.

Dance Teacher.

So there's my life in a pointe shoe, or a a Character shoe, or no shoe at all. I'm a dance enthusiast living the best of both worlds - dancing and teaching. Half the time I don't know what I'm doing and all the time I don't know what I'm thinking but somehow it all comes together - and we are a class of fancy, dandy, dancy pants.