I'm teaching class today. And it's the last thing I feel like doing. With the recurrence of violence rooted in ignorance/hate, I'm not in a dancing mood. Despite that, I will go into the studio, blast some music and teach. It's my routine. It's where the find peace. It's how I express who I am - even in moments where I don't feel much like myself.
Maybe I'll find refuge on the hardwood - where people come together and build - where culture, language, and ethnicity aren't barriers to engagement and open communication. This is where I've been placed to make a difference - my platform to speak.It's where I share and show love for people as they are and not as I assume them to be.
I'm hoping that the world isn't as broken as we've seen it the last few days. I can only do my part to show it isn't.