“But I’m just not creative!” It shocks me now, every time I hear it uttered. It shocked me when it used to come out of my own mouth. I didn’t know the term “impostor syndrome” back in 2010, but that seems apt to describe the feeling that I just didn’t belong in the dance scene.
I only knew that when I danced, I thought with the skin and nerves of my body. I melted into the present to commune with the moment. And so I sought dancing out; I desired to become better at this craft.
To me, the women I invited to join the Enrichment Project appeared to embody the same presence in their dancing that I felt. But they also appeared confident, masterful, and creative– qualities I wasn’t capable of applying to myself.
As the project progressed, I discovered that these women wrestled with many of the very same challenges I did. We traced the origins of these feelings back to childhood, adolescence, to becoming a woman. We aged, suffered injuries, and encountered death in many forms.
Dance became a portal to discussing our inner workings, and this self-awareness became the first step towards healing. That healing journey is bound up, inextricably, with a creative vitality that I was finally able to recognize and claim.
We dance our lives and our lives dance us. The Enrichment Project, over time, became simply about dancing gracefully.