The past year of dance, I’ve learned that you cannot—I mean you cannot—reach perfect. If you knew how many times I have tried and I can only make it 80% of my time.
My dance teacher is the best teacher I’ve ever had. She has taught me so much. She has taught my class and I to just do our best no matter what. Maybe you’re tired, shut down, sweaty, or hungry. That’s okay. She doesn’t mean to push our hardest and then pass out. She says,
“Don’t stop because you have failed a couple of times. Keep trying. Don’t quit.”
I’m not saying I’m very good at dance, but this lesson can apply to anything, like trying to make a friend or going to a gymnastics meet. “Don’t stop because you have failed a couple of times. Keep trying. Don’t quit.” It doesn’t matter because you have to apply this to everyday life.
I have a confession for you:
In my dance class, I’ve almost cried about the other 20% of my time in dance. I can’t even squeeze my core for more than two combinations. Hey, if I ever get on Pointe, I would be shocked. I don’t plan on it. I’m only eleven so I’ve got time.
I’m just saying, perfect isn’t even a word for humans. The only person who can use the word “perfect” is Jesus.