I used to think being a dancer was for other people. You know—the ones who started at five. The ones with natural rhythm. The ones who didn't have a full-time job, three kids, and a life that left exactly zero room for "impractical dreams." For years, I tucked that dream away. It felt silly to even think about it. Dancing was something I'd watch on TV and think, "That would've been nice. In another life." And then I walked into a ballroom dance studio. The moment I stepped on
