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| I am my own Tiny Dancer! |
Well, ya know, I've loved to dance my whole entire life. I love the way it makes me feel. I love to move myself through the air and across the floor! I love wearin' flouncy tutu-skirts and twirly dresses!
I don't like bein' told what to do.
Hear me out.
It isn't that I CAN'T follow directions. I sure can, when I want or need to. That isn't what this is about. I don't have a problem with authority or with followin' authority's directions.
I love dancin' for the fun of dancin'. I love dancin' for the joy of it, and for me, dancin' is pure joy. I've thought about enrolling myself in a dance class, and I know a lotta little girls my age go to dance classes, but I just don't think that's me.
Well, I just feel like when I dance, I set my soul free, and if I were in a class where a dance instructor was yellin' at me or tellin' me my feet weren't in the right position, I'd be puttin' my soul in a cage while I was tryin' to set my soul free. It isn't as though I lack discipline, but I DO lack the desire to be a dancer professionally. I just like to dance because it's fun. I like to move to the music, and sometimes the music I'm moving to is music only I can hear. That's okay.
I know a lot of Little Girls like me love their dance classes, and they love bein' part of a routine in a group, and I love that they love that. I love watchin' those kinds of dancers. I really do.
But I'm Zoe Elizabeth Blake. I am a twirling tetradecagon peg that just isn't gonna fit in a triangular or square or round hole. And that's okay by me.
I love ya lots, Big People! And I'll see ya tomorrow! Muah!
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