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On Saturday, November 20th, I turn 42.
Sometimes, when I am in the warm salt bath that I take before bedtime, I think, what the hell am I doing? How am I in my 40s and just getting to this dancing? And I start to wonder how long I have left to do it, how long I can sustain this. And I feel the panic rise...
And then I remember that I have no choice, that once you find this kind of passion in your life, you are done being in control of everything, you are done with that illusion.
And then I realize what a gift I have been given and turning 42 is no longer important because each day is the only thing that matters. Each day that I get to dance; each day that I get to teach someone else to love the way their body moves; each day that I get to dedicate myself to this path.
Each day is a birth day, a gift wrapped up in itself.