Freestyle Friday Throwback
I came across an old freestyle of mine recently, and it stopped me in my tracks. Not because the performance was impressive — honestly, there’s nothing flashy or “highlight reel” about it. No big tricks, no polished transitions, nothing that would make it stand out in a showcase.
But watching it back, I remembered exactly what that moment felt like. I wasn’t thinking about choreography notes or running through a mental checklist of “correct” technique. I was just… there. Fully in the movement, fully in the music, with nothing else competing for space in my head.
That’s what makes me want to share it.
I think a lot of dancers (myself included, more often than I’d like to admit) put so much pressure on freestyle that it stops feeling free. We treat it like a performance we have to nail, like it has to be some big, impressive moment worth posting. But that’s not what freestyle actually is.
At its core, freestyle is intimate. It’s a conversation between you, your body, and the music. Sure, it can happen in front of a crowd. But you can’t really freestyle for an audience until you’ve learned to freestyle for yourself first.
So here’s that old freestyle… imperfect, unpolished, and exactly why I love it.
