I wanted to write. I want to write. And yet, there’s the *big* write and the plain little write. Tumblr posts are the plain little write. All my life though I’ve thought I was headed towards the big write. The magazines, the books, the writer kind of writing. That’s what they told me. Oh, she writes so well. Oh, we’ll read what she wrote. Oh, she made us cry with her speech. Oh, a writer! An English major. A reader. Write, you! Write!

But one day after therapy a couple months ago I yelled out in the car, “I don’t want to be a writer. I want to be a dancer.” And that my darlings is the deep truth. I moved and danced and jumped and twirled just as much as I ever wrote. My happiest moments in life were watching people dance on TV and then running to my room to dance like that.

Oh, to dance like that.

I have no idea why this is title “Disengage.”