Making Money Writing Articles: How Writing Taught Me How to Dance

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How Writing Taught Me How to Dance

A Guest post from Sharmaine Dela Rosa

It’s kinda hard to start to write about something. Especially if I don’t really have any idea what that something is. Lots and lots of thoughts and ideas move about my head, dancing around with a rhythm I can’t seem to move along with. I try to move my hands and feet, wanting to reach out and grasp that idea I so badly want to dance with but to no avail. I start to think of giving up and start thinking to myself how silly I must be for wanting that dance.

Then slowly it all becomes a blur until finally it’s all blank. Now I’m asking myself, “Is that it? The dance is over?” I start walking away from the dance floor when, as it went, slowly, the music starts again and this time all my “partners” present themselves to me like candidates in a beauty pageant—a myriad of beauty, strong will, and intellect—each equally regarded as they all strive to have the much coveted crown.

Now I am caught in a dilemma where it is almost impossible to dismiss one for the other. And as it is always said, it is truly difficult to have to make a choice and leave the others as they hope and wait again to have that chance to shine once more and, perhaps, be chosen but there always has to be a winner—someone who appeals most, not only to your liking, but to the public, one we can expect to change lives and serve as inspiration.

And so I dance with this candidate. She so ecstatic and I excited. As we twirl around in each other’s arms, people look on. We make the music sweeter and the dance more graceful, we become engrossed in each other’s being. Though we need not look around—my partner and I, we feel so strongly, the dance floor filling with people. Some who have never danced but have taken the courage to take a first and some who have given up on dancing but now want to dance again. And although we know that some have just been so moved that they wanted to join in, we are comforted knowing that something, however small it may be, has caused them to act as such.

Sadly, time for my partner and I have almost reached its end. We leave the dance floor and hardly anyone notices. But we look back and see the other dancers having a grand time with smiles on their faces and eagerness in their hearts to want to learn and become better dancers, themselves.

My partner leaves me and I conceal the sadness within. Yes, she has left. And she has left nothing but a wonderful space in my heart leaving me wanting—wanting for more moments to go into that dance floor once more and make people want the same.

And they ask me now, “Is it worth the dance?” I answer them with a contented smile on my face.

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sharmaine