I am tired.
I am worn.
There is no place on my body that doesn’t hurt.

And I am hurt.

It’s no secret that I am a dancer.
I make it pretty damn clear that dance is important to me.
I feel like I make it clear that I would love for my friends and family to see me dance.

It’s a rare occasion that someone from outside of my dance circle comes to a show.
My in-laws have been to two performances.
My mother has seen one.
I made my husband come to my first recital.

I was part of a variety show that some friends *happened* to be at, so they got to see me dance.
I am not entirely sure that people watch the videos I post.
It’s not that I want them to love dance like I do. I don’t want them all to come to my classes (more on that in a bit).

I am standing here, waiving my arms, jumping up and down, yelling, “HEY GUYS; LOOK OVER HERE! I’M DOING SOMETHING COOL!”

Is it so bad that I want acknowledgement and encouragement?!

Apparently… yes.
Somehow that makes me selfish and needy.

Am I?

See?! I do cool shit!
Donna sword