Dance. I had grown up dancing, and then playing on rec leagues for soccer, basketball, and swimming. By the time I got to 8th grade, it had become routine for me to wear tights underneath my soccer shorts, and then change into a leotard in the car as my mom raced me over to dance class. Also both dance and soccer were asking for a greater commitment from me—I was on the studio’s dancing companies, and my rec league soccer coach was encouraging me to go try out for my high school soccer team. My mom said I really needed to pick one or the other, because I wouldn’t have enough time for both. It was a good call.
I liked dance better, so I went with dance—and without the sports taking up time in my schedule, I was even able to convince her to let me take more dance classes (yay!!!)—many hours of dance a night, and weekend practices when approaching competitions/performances… I was busy but it was good for me. Without dance I feel less in tune with myself and the things going on around me.