Embrace Your Dreams Again

She stood at the crossroads of her own life, paralyzed by the weight of what could

go wrong. Every morning, she'd walk past the old dance studio, pressing her palm

against the cold glass. Inside, bodies moved with freedom she'd forgotten

she once had. Her reflection stared back, older now, carrying years of

should haves and maybe laters. One Tuesday, a little girl stumbled during practice,

fell hard. But instead of crying, she laughed, got up, and spun even harder.

That's when it hit her. Falling wasn't the failure. Staying down was.

The next morning, she didn't just walk past the studio. She opened the door. Her hands trembled