Wednesday, July 3, 2013

I Just Wanna Dance!

I grew up dancing.

My mom was a gymnast and she put me in dance and gymnastics when I was young. One of my earliest memories with my mom, is we were on our way to dance class and she was putting my hair in that super-slicked-back perfect bun. I floated my way down the stairs to class in my pretty pink tutu.

I've always loved to dance. Always. And dancing always came in handy for theatre. I could pick up choreography quickly and could always do what the choreographers wanted. I am sure that helped me secure a part or two.

In college, I minored in dance. I danced 5 sometimes 6 days a week, 3-4 times a day. It was nuts.

It was awesome.

When I got pregnant with Gracie, at 8 weeks, I had a scare that put me on partial bedrest--no more dancing for Tanika.

That was the last time I set foot at the barre.

I miss it, a lot.

I wish I had pictures of me dancing. I only have pictures of me and the girls/guys all huddled or making stupid faces.

Although I miss the camaraderie that comes with dance...I just miss dancing.

I love the show So You Think You Can Dance. It inspires me, and has since it's first season. Every time the show would end, my friends and I (or just myself) would recreate the dances, or we would just dance around our living rooms. One time, a friend who was teaching at a local studio, took us to  the floor and we danced for hours. It was exhausting but so much fun. I can tell you I can do a lot of the dances from the first few seasons of SYTYCD.

I don't want to toot my own horn, but I used to be really good. Not Russian Ballet good, but good.

Now, the only dance I do is 1st position while I am doing the dishes.

Or plie's while rocking Gracie.

The other night I tried to do an assisted arabesque in ponche (I had just watched a Lauren Froderman routine) and holy crap, I thought my who-ha was going to fall on the floor. I used to be able to do those.

I am so incredibly out of dancer shape. I am so out of shape PERIOD.

I can still manage fouette's on the kitchen floor, and I can still do the basics...but's bad.

It's weird but I miss my feet calluses, the bloody toe-nails, the ripped skin, floor burn...all of it. IT was a sign that I was a dancer.

I wish I could go back to dance. I wish I could find a class worth taking around here.

I guess my kitchen floor will have to work for now.

And 5-6-7-8!


  1. Aww Tanika! I absolutely love this post! Just think soon you will be able to put Gracie in dance and share those memories with her!

  2. I always wish I could dance. I love musical theater and singing, but I don't have an ounce of grace and that is sad!


  3. I hope that you can get back out there and dance. I bet that you'll fall back into it really quickly once you start again.


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