Category Archives: Life

Why I Dance

Why I dance … the short answer is, because I can. The longer answer is because 18 months ago I couldn’t ~ I didn’t have enough energy to walk 50m, let alone dance. I’d been in and out of hospital, had a blood transfusion and finally had an operation that left a not-really-very-disposable internal organ in a bowl.

Some people criticise me for never sitting down at socials, I don’t apologise for that. I literally care not-a-jot.

I dance now for all the times I couldn’t dance in the past and for the times I may not be able to in the future. I dance because it brings me joy.  I dance because I lose myself and all the stresses of my life.  Dancing was my focus and motivation on the long road to recovery.  I push myself, because it may be taken away in an instance.

Dancing is joyful, it is when  and although my nerves sometimes cripple me in competitions, I will keep going and strive to achieve.  Because that also makes me happy.

A Million Faces 

After I came off a FaceTime call today with my sister I started to mess about with reflected selfies, taking pictures of my iPad with my phone. These are just a few ~ I took loads of them while, frankly, messing about. Some of them I really quite like.

Tube Strike Walks

I didn’t realise there was a tube strike today when I arranged two interviews. That’ll teach me to avoid the news because it’s endless misery. It was only on Friday when the recruiter sent me a message saying “don’t forget there’s a tube strike” that I realised, but one interview at 2pm in Mayfair, followed by a second in Old Street at 5pm should be fine, right. I’ll get a bus in, it should be ok, might take a little longer, but that’ll be fine, right?? Oh yeah … no. 

After sitting on the bus for over an hour, I’d made it only as far as Euston, nowhere near Mayfair. I pushed that one back, thankfully a recruiter, decamped from the bus and hightailed down there in foot, in the cold and rain. Joy. Meanwhile I got a call from the 5pm appointment asking that it be changed to 4.30pm. If I left the first by 3.30pm that would give me an hour to trek across town to the next one – that’s fine, right? 

I literally made it with 5 mins to spare to the second interview – enough time to change my shoes and de-dishevel me ~ well enough to look presentable(ish). 

I walked 4.6 miles today, on top of two interviews ~ exhausting. (… the rest of the steps are incidentals, and arm movements) 😆