Moxie

Moxie means courage and aggressiveness. Which is funny, considering I don't have either. But everyone can change right? I suppose that's the whole point of this: I need moxie so I'll call myself Moxie and hope it soaks through like osmosis or something.

I suppose one could call me your basic troubled teen. I'm trying to find myself in this crazy world, and since I've been looking for awhile, I figured it's time to try something new (shouting from the rooftops, perhaps? We'll see). When you've taken dance for as long as I have (nearly 10 years), you start to feel like dance is the only thing you're good at. Which is fine, but I feel as though I need to expand my horizons a bit. Don't get me wrong, dance is my passion, my life, my forte, if you will.

I feel as though, however, I could be an artiste in hiding, a photographer specifically. Maybe. I also have aspirations of being a chef in France or Italy. Oh, to cook in a rambling kitchen in sunny Venice for the adoring patrons of a world-class bistro! Sigh.

Finally, my love of fashion, style, and design has nearly driven my family insane. They call me vain, shallow and other such monikers. I don't see why it's a crime to want to look nice or to be annoyed when others don't know how to dress themselves. It's not my fault most people don't care about how they look.

So that's me. Moxie. One of my favorite singers, Lana Del Rey, once sang in her troubled, haunting voice, "Life imitates art." If Lana's right, then I will record my art on this blog for all the world to see. Who knows? It might turn out to be a masterpiece.

Recap: Dance, Music, Art, Fashion, Food. Let's do it Moxie-style.