When a year doesn’t go exactly how you planned, I guess it’s time to get back to your roots. To remember everything that you’ve accomplished, what you’re capable of, and how close you used to be to everything you ever wanted. I’m back to where I started; just me and two dances that once took me places I never dreamed of going. The reel and hornpipe showed everyone that I was one of the best in the world, someone to watch out for, someone that shouldn’t be overlooked. After recalling at worlds last year, I was determined to keep that momentum going. I put everything into my treble jig and slip jig. I hit hard and thought I had a homerun, but it turns out someone caught the ball, and before I got to home plate I was out.
I’m done being out. I’m capable of so much more. I’m ready for more tears of joy, I’m ready for the gasps in the crowd when I jump, I’m ready for endless comments on how sassy my stage presence is, I’m ready for the dance moms to honestly be able to say “go get that podium,” again. I’m done holding back. I’m done being less than I’m capable of being. I’M DONE WITH MEDIOCRITY.
So I guess this is the part where I say “this is my year,” except it’s not. It’s more than MY year, it’s THE year. The year that everything turns around. The year that proves I did NOT peak two years ago. Get ready for the show of the century ladies and gents, it’s going to be one heck of a ride.
(sorry for the baseball metaphor, I just realized some non-American irish dancers might not get it)