I met a girl last night who loves to dance as unashamedly as me - if not more so. We kicked up some dust! And at a country-western line dancing joint, too. (I’m getting too old for bootay shaking.)

It’s been too long since I danced in a focused way. This, after 15 years of ballet, pointe and more.

My first language was Choreography. It came so easily. Now my feet and brain don’t talk the way they used to. This is probably how I will feel the effects of aging, starting today: not being able to move the way the dance used to pull.