Depending on the appropriateness of the situation, I’m never afraid to ask questions. About life, dance, others, and especially myself.Over the years, I developed a keen sense to learn - a learner’s mentality if you will. I spent a lot of time alone, a lot of time thinking and developing my thoughts. I truly benefited from that time and still do. Whether it was in my room, sitting in the bed of my brother’s trunk, in the studio, or going to the park. It didn’t matter because it started young.
My parents found it odd, I think, when I would tell them I’m going to the park and Mom would ask, "Alone?"
My favorite park was not even a block from our house. It wasn't anything special, but it was in fact a big open field with a bench and two huge oak trees to sit beneath. I would go there to release my thoughts and attempt to write. Sometimes I would do nothing more than sit between the enormous stumps to hide and listen to the wind viciously blow the leaves. When the weather would begin to shift, I’d bundle up and withstand the cold for as along as possible just to sit there.
Back then, I had many friends but often chose to set myself apart. As the years passed, I grew into it even more by investing my time into the studio. All that time energized questions within me. When I was nine years old, I had no idea I was an introvert, yet easily able to make friends. I do remember, however, since a young age I’ve felt it in my gut that somewhere along the lines of this earth I would be someone. That I would grow to become part of something larger than myself.
My philosophy is that to be someone, one must know them self. To do something, one must know their craft. Therefore, I was always full of questions and still am.
I love a thought I once read about knowing the sound of your own breath.
How many of us can actually say that we do?
