This evening I watched the first episode of the series “Dance Life”: a documentary of dancers competing to make it to the “Jazz 1” cohort at the Brent Street studio in Sydney. At the end of watching the episode, I was full of zest. Watching those dancers express themselves on the screen rejuvenated my evening: it was an antidote that changed the mood of my day from the burn out of the job. Should I make space for a beginner’s class in ballet or other foundational dancing class? I read somewhere that dancing is one of the best activities, if not THE best, to keep at bay depression and other mental illnesses. I am intrigued by the idea of discovering unknown skills in me, while at the same time to be humbled by experienced dancers. New beginnings.