Glad I documented all years well. In 2016 I danced like I was possessed. With my hair so short, little was I aware that I was pushing 30. I felt the youngest because I was so alive.
Students were working on Rising Action for their fantasy story. I gave a spontaneous example as such:
Event 1: I kicked my time machine, was upset because it didn't work.
Event 2: Called my engineer friend. He told me how to fix it but warned me of the danger.
Event 3: The time machine worked! I went to 2019.
Climax: The machine broke and I could not go back to 2026.
Then I asked them "How old were you in 2020?". They were four or five. I observed if they remember about the lockdown. They said yeah, they got covid but luckily survived. I said it was terrorizing for me. Every time I opened social media, I read someone died or dying.
2026 is the new 2016 huh?
Who knew that 10 years could twist the plot to an unimaginable direction?
Glad I documented all years well. In 2016 I danced like I was possessed. With my hair so short, little was I aware that I was pushing 30. I felt the youngest because I was so alive. I wasn't happy, I was alive. And on the second quarter of that year, July to end, I had a major heartbreak. I felt replaced and mistreated. I cleared chat so I wouldn't re-read old messages. I was crying in Routine cafe. That heartbreak was dance related yet dance is consistently the sanctuary, the healing place. That heartbreak was the start of my long learning. As the years adding up, I was still so into dance. It was my life but it is not the only life. I took master degree on philosophy, I worked with kids. If I reflected on it, I am so lucky, aren't I?
Covid pandemic closed the dance studio. That was very greatly devastating. I lost a home. I got to dance under the name of that home, one last time, in 2021 April before Ramadhan, with my dear, dear dance friend Savi, choreographed by my teacher. That was...
cathatic.
And it wasn't properly recorded. I only got glimpses, cuts of video from the audience.
After that I was like a survivor lost in the ocean, alone on a piece of board in dance world. Lost school, lost teacher. And that's how life surprised me. You can't predict anything.
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