After about 15 years of dancing I was at a point where I felt I was in a no woman’s land that seemed as desolate as I was feeling about my dancing. I was dancing so much that I somehow became lost in the dance. I wasn’t in control and I felt like I was a dry reservoir of emptiness. It was in this place of consternation that I was able to take a good look at my dancing and finally see myself as a dancer.