Choreo never spoke my language.
Steps stacked neatly for others, while my ADHD slipped through cracks.
They clicked on all count 8s, while I was still catching echoes of step 1.
“I don’t want to dance like him. I want to dance like me.”
I want to dance for self-expression.
For meditation and self-regulation.
I want to dance to my own dopamine and restless rhythm.
Not technical perfection and polish
Unfiltered. Untamed. Unapologetic.
Choreo never spoke my language, but Freestyle did.
Just flow and Kinetic truth.
Float like a butterfly. Sting like Kaj.
A sparring buddy once called me a Jack Russell- tiny body, big kinetic hustle. Footwork. Rhythm. Timing. Flow. Improvisation under pressure – go, go, go.
I love boxing. What an elite release. It’s basically like Kuthu dance — but instead of drumbeats, you get beats on your face if you’re not ready.
And weirdly, It’s very regulating for my ADHD.
Because you cannot drift. You cannot dissociate. You cannot think about yesterday or tomorrow. You are forced into now.
And that, right there, is the purest form of dance is it not? a freestyle.
SHE WON'T SIT STILL OR SHUT UP 
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