π When Did You Last Try Something for the First Time? β Backstage Pass #1
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I'm happy to introduce you to Backstage Pass π β our special, exclusive space to explore some personal adventures through life. This new sort of newsletter arose from my own curiosity and desire to try new things, whether it was enrolling in a new class, taking driving lessons, or discovering hidden gems in Portugal. Nothing huge, but it's the little things that stack up, right?
But this is about more than just telling my personal stuff. It's meant for starting meaningful conversations with you. I'll be adding each issue with curated resources inspired by my experiences (or not, sometimes you will get random resources), with the intention of inspiring thoughts, stirring ideas, and possibly even pushing you to try something new. Who knows?
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When Did You Last Try Something for the First Time?
My first step into the limelight in this Backstage Pass adventure takes us to the dance studio. The curious thing is, this isn't my first dance with the idea. I had flirted with dancing during my school years, a bit of hip hop at 13, even signed up for a program at Andef at 15. But a daunting panic attack right before my first show made me bow out, never to return there. I convinced myself they'd hate me for it.
Years rolled by, my life was a whirlwind of screens and deadlines, a non-stop cycle of school and work for more than ten years. You know the grind, right?
I yearned for an escape, an activity that would ignite excitement in me, something that would make me look forward to the week. It needed to be an escape that wouldn't involve me staring at a screen or worrying about work.
Ballet. The idea pirouetted in my mind. The grace, the discipline, the sheer beauty of it β it was a childhood dream that had faded over time. But at 33, I questioned myself, "Can I really start ballet at my age? Haven't I missed the window?" Yet, the longing didn't wane. I craved the flexibility, the strength, and the chance to fix my "decade-long hunched over the computer" posture.
Most importantly, I yearned for the thrill of something new, the joy of learning, of expressing myself through the delicate art of dance.
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