In December 2025, I was in my hotel room in Barcelona. I came across a post on Instagram of a woman dancing in heels. She looked beautiful, confident, and real. I have been a dancer for a while, but never in heels. In fact that was something I said I couldn't do. But her live image and dancing awakened a desire in me I couldn't ignored.
Why not? I thought. I reached out to her, and within minutes, I had already sealed my first course. My mind try to follow behind whispering:
This will be a one time experience, just something to prove myself right. I can't dance in high heels. But here I am. Sharing how wrong I was. Not only did I fall in love with heels dance...I fell in love with watching myself become more beautiful, confident, and real. The traits I saw in my dance teacher were hidden, and covered in dust waiting to be seen in me. And now I have fallen in love with being a beginner. The one who stumbles, who shakes and gets terrified in front of a camera, and still... I do it anyways.
After all...I can.