Before I started dancing, I didn’t realize how much of myself I’d been holding back.
Growing up, my father told me men don’t dance.
So I didn’t. Not for decades.
After my divorce, I finally stepped onto a dance floor for the first time.
And it changed everything.
Dance helped me find confidence in my body again.
It gave me friends who became family.
It taught me how to connect with people, with presence, and with myself.
You don’t have to be good. You just have to show up.
When you do, you might find something you didn’t know you were missing.
