nameBRAND
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June 4, 2009,
I must say the start of this year was a rough one. In January the ending of my 2 1/2 year relationship tore me apart and forced me to soul search once again. Search for self and rebuilding that self. I wasn't sure where life would take me but the months to follow would change the shape of my life more then I could imagine.
I've made many new friends and re-established old ones. Creating bonds with people I probably wouldn't have created it with 2 years ago. At first alcohol and random acts of foolishness littered the first months after the breakup. Although a good release, I didn't want "self" to mean drunken bilegerancy, lol (or do I? =P). Eventually I got back into my passion of hiphop.
Being a MC was always in my blood since 1999 back in highschool. All this bottled emotion had to go somewhere and once again hiphop was there to save the day. Starting around March, I would write for days, scribbling bars on any piece of paper I could find, spilling emotion onto it. Though the avenue of release was theraputic. I still felt depressed and lethargic.
A month earlier a co-worker/friend of mine formally introduced to me to locking, popping and breakdancing his friends were participating in. This was all very exciting to me and an invigorating experience to watch people passionate about something they believed in doing. Although the activity stirred feel good feelings in me, I lacked the motivation to keep at it.
Zoom forward, 3 months passed since my breakup, though I had writing to keep my emotions in check. I still lacked a motivational drive to do something with any ounce of passion. I remembered dancing and how the people I met (for whom, I would now consider pretty good friends of mine) felt about the activity.
I met back up with them and started to meet for practice a couple of weeks. At first, everything seemed so hard and was very trying mentally and phsically. I wanted to give up but with strong encouragement kept it.
As I look back onto my first month of breakdancing I can see how much I've progressed and how I've also gained a new found respect for dancers as a whole.
Currently I'm on my 3rd month of regular practice and I can say with a smile I've stuck with it. The feeling of wanting to do something with your all is an awesome feeling and I hadn't felt that in a while. To fuel the drive even further I also agreed to enter a battle with my friends. I can see the long road ahead with intensifying training, hurt muscles and a bruised body. But in the end I can say I stuck to something to the end and maybe finally get to rediscover self.
I must say the start of this year was a rough one. In January the ending of my 2 1/2 year relationship tore me apart and forced me to soul search once again. Search for self and rebuilding that self. I wasn't sure where life would take me but the months to follow would change the shape of my life more then I could imagine.
I've made many new friends and re-established old ones. Creating bonds with people I probably wouldn't have created it with 2 years ago. At first alcohol and random acts of foolishness littered the first months after the breakup. Although a good release, I didn't want "self" to mean drunken bilegerancy, lol (or do I? =P). Eventually I got back into my passion of hiphop.
Being a MC was always in my blood since 1999 back in highschool. All this bottled emotion had to go somewhere and once again hiphop was there to save the day. Starting around March, I would write for days, scribbling bars on any piece of paper I could find, spilling emotion onto it. Though the avenue of release was theraputic. I still felt depressed and lethargic.
A month earlier a co-worker/friend of mine formally introduced to me to locking, popping and breakdancing his friends were participating in. This was all very exciting to me and an invigorating experience to watch people passionate about something they believed in doing. Although the activity stirred feel good feelings in me, I lacked the motivation to keep at it.
Zoom forward, 3 months passed since my breakup, though I had writing to keep my emotions in check. I still lacked a motivational drive to do something with any ounce of passion. I remembered dancing and how the people I met (for whom, I would now consider pretty good friends of mine) felt about the activity.
I met back up with them and started to meet for practice a couple of weeks. At first, everything seemed so hard and was very trying mentally and phsically. I wanted to give up but with strong encouragement kept it.
As I look back onto my first month of breakdancing I can see how much I've progressed and how I've also gained a new found respect for dancers as a whole.
Currently I'm on my 3rd month of regular practice and I can say with a smile I've stuck with it. The feeling of wanting to do something with your all is an awesome feeling and I hadn't felt that in a while. To fuel the drive even further I also agreed to enter a battle with my friends. I can see the long road ahead with intensifying training, hurt muscles and a bruised body. But in the end I can say I stuck to something to the end and maybe finally get to rediscover self.
