Long, long ago (late 1980s), I was a dancer. I bring this up because I was obsessed with everything I could do to express myself in the manner that was most joyful, the most 'ME' I could be. When I got injured (long story), I went through years of trying to find that incredible drive again. Not saying I've found it, but I am feeling closer to it than I have in a long, long time. It's a combination of things this time, and there is a long road to get there, but THAT is what I remember loving so much about dancing - the excitement of the journey ahead.
The one thing I know that it does bring is a bit of isolation with the world outside, which (when seen from more adult eyes this time) sounds hermetic, hermetish, cocoon-like. I feel I need to take this chance because the desire for that drive is still there, and it makes me stand tall and breathe deep.