Awake my soul, for you were made to meet your maker. . .

-Mumford and Sons. To be a a dancer, you have to be slightly masochistic. there is something about doing releve's on pointe till your nails bleed that is... exhilarating? your heart is pounding from doing 32 changement's, your calves are splitting and you want more. and then you sit in splits till circulation goes a little wiry for the sake .. of a pretty line. it is amazing, almost insane the extent to which we go for something beautiful. the same as for any art really. ive watched photographers go to stupid amounts of trouble to get one shot. or singers who dont talk for days to save their pipes for one note they have to hit in a show that weekend. why do we do this to ourselves? because it's in our nature, we are made in the image of God and he did the same for us. there is a necessity for pain in order to achieve anything worth calling beautiful . we bleed. we wait. we pant. we mess up and try again.

and then we hit that note. we nail that fourth pirouette. or that shot of the lightning hitting the mountain.

and its like ecstasy.

its like you're with the creator of the universe.

call it adrenaline or an overload of endorphins . or whatever ,but for a moment in time you are exactly who you were made to be.

when we endure trials, pain, or necessary obstacles for that one beautiful instance we get the tiniest taste of what He did for us. Christ went before us, he endured pain beyond pain- all to be with us.

so i can blog/rant/complain about how hard it is over here to adjust to the inconveniences and cry about how much my body hurts from dancing like a maniac . but then i remember that the pain is necessary. it puts me one step closer to not just the dancer i want to be- but the child that God intended.