Last Night, There Were Ten of Us

Last night, there were ten of us in the room.

That is a great number for our current studio room.

That’s when the space starts to feel different - not just people taking a class, but something shared. The energy shifts, softens a little, opens up.

Two of the women brought their children.

I know that can change the feel of a room.

But last night, it didn’t.

They stayed close, they weren’t disruptive, and the energy held.

And I noticed… it didn’t bother me.

If anything, it just felt like life was present too.

I remember how hard it can be to carve out time for yourself.

And sometimes the only way to do it… is to bring your life with you.

And last night...

There was laughter.

There was that moment where people stop thinking so much and just move.

And some in the room were returning - pulled away a little by life stuff - but you could feel it… they had already decided this mattered and were coming back into it.

At the end, we stood in a circle like we always do.

Not holding hands - because, let’s be honest, ew, it’s a sweaty room and that feels like too much - but close enough to feel each other there.

And I said what I always say:

"You are strong and creative.

You are loved and supported.

You are bold and You are beautiful.

And I want to thank you for sharing part of your evening with me."

And this morning, I got thinking about what that hour actually is.

It’s not just dance.

It’s not even really about getting better at dance.

It’s a place where women can show up… even if their life isn’t perfectly arranged to allow it.

Even if they’re tired.

Even if they had to bring their child with them.

Even if it would have been easier to stay home and skip it this week.

They showed up anyway.

And I think that matters more than we give it credit for.

Because not every woman needs a perfectly quiet, uninterrupted hour to herself.

Sometimes she just needs a place where she can come as she is,

be seen,

move a little,

laugh a little,

and remember... just for a bit... that she’s already enough.

A Gentle Reframe

It doesn’t have to be ideal to be meaningful.

Sometimes the most supportive spaces

are the ones that let you show up anyway.

And if you’ve been thinking about coming to class…

I invite you to join us in the room