Have you ever had this feeling that time just seems to disappear somewhere when you would like it to stop? It's like waiting for eternity for something to happen and then when it is actually happening the moment is gone before you notice. I bet this happens to everyone when on holiday.You save money and wait for a whole year and then, puff, a time machine takes you into the future after the long-waited trip to paradise. Annoying, huh?
Well, something like this happened to me this summer, without warning or a long wait though. My dancer friends have been asking where have I been lately. What have I been doing? Good question. Time just have seemed to disappear. Summer left me thousands of precious memories but my time machine have now taken over my desperate attempts to extend the summer, and I have to accept a new phase in my life. A phase to enjoy my last months in Helsinki before I leave the city in January. So don't worry, I have been around, happy and dancing, I'm still all of that and, eventally, I'll come back.
The same rule about time applies to dancing. You can achieve perfect moments of paradise with the right connection, the right music and the right feeling, but then the paradise is gone in the blink of an eye. It is just then when you would like to scram STOP to that evil time machine of yours but fear you'll lose some of those precious seconds of pure happiness while doing that. This also goes to performing choreographies and taking part to competitions. You start practicing months and months before, giving maybe countless of hours for polishing up your movements, and then in the moment of truth you know who is entering the stage. And again puff, time disappears.
Actually the reason to start writing again was a promise I made in a dance competition I took part yesterday, FRESCA Latin Dance Competition 2012. My promise was to update my feelings here if the competitions went well, and it just happened that I walked home with three medals from all of the dances I took part with Michaelo: 2nd place in Zouk and Kizomba and 3rd place in Bachata. Even though I am really happy about the placing (it did feel great to go up to the stage again and again to get the prizes!), the medals are after all just reminders of the amazingly good feeling I had during the competitions. I couldn't see the audience or hear the cheers. It was just music, Michaelo and a great amount of adrenalin in my blood. I am happy that the judges and the audience were able to see our passion to dancing. After all, dancing is really about expressing, not impressing.
What comes to my evil time machine: even though it seems to steal my time, there is something it can never steal. The warm feeling of the valuable memories I live through that will always be stored into my heart. Why, you might ask. Because those are timeless.
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