I’ll Take Messy Over Perfection Any Day

Here's where the real magic happens...

Yes, I truly believe dance is pure magic. It is this incredible gift we can give ourselves—our bodies get to feel more alive, more free, more connected, expressing what words can’t, moving through shit we can’t even find words for.

It lets us feel more expansive, nurtured, healed and fulfilled. Sometimes, movement can feel like a conversation with something bigger than ourselves. It can feel like pleasure in its purest form, a reminder that we’re capable of creating beautiful moments and being sexy, strong, erotic beings- just for ourselves .

But let’s be real—like everything else worth a shit in life, dancing isn’t always easy.

It’s vulnerable, messy, and sometimes just fucking frustrating. Our bodies don’t always cooperate, and our minds can get in the way (raise your hand if you’re part of the overthinkers club), whispering doubts or comparisons-even when we know we shouldn’t be doubting or comparing. Sometimes it feels like it rips you right open.

I know, I know, it’s hard to let go, to trust our intuition and our bodies-sometimes for the first time in our lives, to passionately embrace imperfection.

Some days, it feels like a battle between what we want to express and what we’re able to. I’d be lying if I said otherwise, but you know what? I’ve learned to fucking love it there as much as I love “perfect” practice days.

And that’s part of the magic, isn’t it? The struggle makes the ease even sweeter.

This practice teaches us resilience, patience (not my strong suit), and the art of showing up for ourselves. It’s a reminder that even when it’s hard, even when we stumble, there’s beauty in the effort.

Because at the end of the day, it’s not about being perfect—it’s about feeling, moving, and the freedom that comes from letting ourselves be fully, unapologetically ourselves.

XOXO,

Andrea