Me

Who am I?

I am stepping in others’ shoes, creating physical poetry, and being aggressive and feisty

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Stepping into someone else's shoes

And letting yourself go.

It's a temporary metamorphosis.

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Physical poetry where you tell a beautiful story with your movement.

Some moves are happy; pas de chat, soubresaut, cabriole

And others are sad; adagio, port de bras, reverence

Some can make you feel confused,

Others excited.

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Understanding your body and its limits.

Running is like fighting yourself,

Feeling your body and knowing when to stop

And when to keep going

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And finishing a show is like letting part of you die, 

Only to be rebirthed again at the start of the next show.

Acting allows you to be yourself

And someone else too.

You develop who you are as a person,

And who your character can be.

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Running is straightforward and precise,

It’s the same routine:

Warm-up, run, stretch;

Warm-up, run, stretch.

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Dance is about matching the tone of the song, 

Following the flow of the music,

Becoming the music.

If it’s jazzy, you become fierce and sassy,

If it’s lyrical, you are emotional,

If it’s contemporary, you are sad or happy.

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But soccer is also creative, less linear.

You have to understand different plays, different situations

Every game and practice are never the same,

You have to make quick decisions

And be willing to change things up.

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And your body tells the story.

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But the question is:

Who am I?

Where do I belong?

Do I continue stepping in others shoes?

Do I continue creating physical poetry?

Do I continue being aggressive and feisty?

But I can’t choose.

I wouldn’t be the same without all three.

If I lost theater, dance, or sports,

Part of me would die, and never be reborn.

I sure wouldn’t be me.

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