On Being 30

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If you ask me what it is like to be 30, I would say I no longer give a fuck. For the first time in my life, I feel like I can be myself unapologetically and do whatever the fuck I like.

Pursing dancing is a big part of this journey. Knowing how much work I have put into it and how much I have sweat, I feel good in my body. I worked for it.

I think in my 20s, I was not sure of myself and my place in the world. These last few years I have finally established myself with a stable job. I have always followed my heart and my passion. This is why I even have this blog in the first place. I dived deep into photography and it was very fulfilling. Now a new chapter has come and it is titled Dance.

I had to overcome a lot in the pursuit of dancing. It was anything but easy. I persisted because I love it. I don’t care about followers and if people like it or not. It was pure passion for me.

Coming out of the pandemic, I had a lot of positive feedback from people. Friends saying my body looks really toned and I look more confident. It’s all result of dancing so hardcore in the year of the pandemic as often as five times a week.

My mom passed away at age 37 due to a genetic heart condition. I was 16 when it happened. This event has fundamentally changed how I look at life and how I want to live my life. I have always given everything I got to everything I do. Because I know life is short and tomorrow is not guaranteed.

Because my mom had a genetic heart condition. I didn’t know if I would live the same fate. Now that I’m 30, I feel even extra urgency to pursuit my dream. I want to dedicate my next 10 years to dancing. To me, it’s most fulfilling when I can put my energy into one thing, one point. Hit it DAY after DAY. That’s how I want to live my life.

So that’s it, my pledge, my declaration, my love letter to dance. To the next 10 years! Let’s fucking go!


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