Anyone who danced the way Prince danced—with that level of athleticism, speed, torque, elevation, repetition,and especially in heels—understood early
Anyone who danced the way Prince danced—
with that level of athleticism, speed, torque, elevation, repetition,
and especially in heels—
understood early on that this was not a
path designed for extreme longevity of the body.
More than most people, dancers understand exactly what their bodies are telling them.
I am allowed to choose the life I want to live.
I listen to my body.
I honor its signals.
And I also honor my spirit—
the part of me that longs to move, create, build, dance, sing, risk, love.
I understand that every meaningful life carries cost.
Still, I choose consciously—not by accident, not by pressure, not by fear.
I do not owe anyone a sanitized version of my humanity.
I do not need to justify my devotion to the things that make me feel alive.
Like all true artists, athletes, and builders,
I know that passion leaves marks.
And I accept that my life is mine to shape.
I release the need to explain myself to spectators.
I refuse to let endings erase purpose.
I honor a life by speaking of its fire, not its final hour.
I choose how I live.
I choose what matters.
I choose to move toward what feels true—even when it is demanding.
And that choice belongs to me.
Prince chose thriving over postponing life.
He chose expression over rationing joy.
He chose to pour himself fully into the years he had,
rather than live cautiously for a
future that was never promised.
Dancers know the cost, and still they must because it is who they are.
Prince created such mesmerizing iconic classics that you almost missed that he was a brilliant dancer. Not just because he enjoyed dancing like so many of us human beings. But also, because his body had physical advantages. And so, he was a dancer. He chose to be a dancer…..too.
Yes, this post is about agency.