I am battered, bruised, and broken. I have calluses and marley burns all over my feet. I am sore in every place imaginable.
I am behind on all of my homework. I am dirt poor from taking a week off work. I haven’t spent time with my family or closest friends in weeks.
These are the sacrifices I’ve made in order to spend time doing what I love the most. To be able to meet new people and develop new friendships. To be able to explore other dance styles aside from Lindy Hop. To be able to say that I was a part of something. To learn and grow as a dancer.
But you know what? I’d definitely say that the sacrifices made were worth the gain.