I started dancing when I was three years old. Ballet came first, then tap, then jazz, and before long I was taking every class the studio had to offer. I joined competitive dance as soon as I was old enough and spent my summers at camps, workshops, and anywhere else I could learn, grow, and   dance as much as possible.

After graduating from high school, I went on to university to major in dance. For as long as I can remember, dance has been part of who I am. In my world, there was never really a life without it.

Over the years, through classes, workshops, instructors, school, performing, teaching, and eventually owning a dance studio, I came to understand that while dance is incredibly fulfilling, exhilarating, and joyful, it can also ask a great deal of us. Injuries happen. The pressure of competition can be intense. We push ourselves to improve, travel, rehearse, perform, and sometimes work through pain. And when an injury forces us to step away from something we love, that can be just as difficult mentally and emotionally as it is physically.