Many years ago I danced for a living until an injury cut short my career. I guess I sort of grieved the loss, but there were so many other things going on at the time (a new baby for one thing) that a lot of the emotion got buried. I was prompted recently to take a look at that time in my life again, which led to this. ⠀
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Some things I've come to know: Grief and regret often hang out in the same seedy bars, but they are very different creatures. The former is a power that cannot be denied, the latter is mostly a waste of time. ⠀