Sunday March 14th. A little anger never hurt anybody.

Okay...NOW I am angry!!!!

And what provoked this anger? Reading this status update from "Naked", a breast cancer survivor:

"Major recovery breakthrough this morning: I was able to complete full series of sun salutations in yoga! My upper body strength is finally returning. It's moments like this that make surviving breast cancer so glorious. Namaste"

What about that made me angry? It made me realize that I have been taking dancing for granted. Because soon I will have to fight to get it back. The simple ability to raise my arms for a multiple spin, will soon become a painful struggle to regain.

Dancing is my heart of hearts. My soul. My deepest and loudest form of self expression, and joy. And soon, it will be going away. But only temporarily.

Yet ... it might as well be forever. A day without dancing is a day wasted. How DARE this breast cancer make me go even one day without dance! It has no right! Even though I know it's only temporary, that I will regain my strength and come back to the dance floor stronger and better than ever, F*#@K this damn cancer for interrupting my goals and dreams! I have a US Open routine to learn, and a country solo routine to create! Damn you for getting in the way of my dreams!!!

Perhaps it was, like many other life lessons, something the universe needed to teach me in real time... true, honest appreciation for my joy. Maybe this new found gratitude will inspire an even greater sense of joy, more profound than I could have ever felt before.

Perhaps that will be my glorious victory. Just watch out, breast cancer. You don't know what you're messing with.