i miss having bruises all over my knees, shoulders, and arms.
i miss floor-burns and taped toes.
i miss feeling terribly sore after a difficult class.
i miss the butterflies, the mistakes, the coverups, and the falls.
i miss quick costume changes.
i miss the way the stage lights would blind me, leaving me no choice but to stare at the audience.
i miss coming home and falling asleep, still in my leotard and tights.
i miss the adrenaline rush and the applause.
i miss crying on stage because i loved what i was doing so fiercely.
i miss performing so very much.
it just ain't the same as teaching.
i love where my life is leading me right now,
but i'd trade some of the experiences to be able to perform again.
consider it a new goal of mine.