One thing that being in New Orleans has helped me figure out is that….

My entire life, I've been trying to figure out what I'm going to do when I grow up. Well, news flash... it's here. I have to decide. Not this moment, but soon.
I always thought that music was there for me. No matter what I could turn to it. When I'm having a bad day, just listen to music. What I just figured out though is that music is not what has been with me my whole life. Dance has. When I'm having a bad day, it is true that I listen to music, but that's not what helps me. When I listen to a song, I'm transported to another world where I see dancers and they are dancing my choreographed piece. When I listen to a song, the choreography comes to me like lightening hitting a medal rod during a huge storm. It shocks me and it sticks. It helps me leave the world I'm in by giving me a way out. If I listen to a song, the moves come with it.
But how would I make a living off that?
This is just another one of my crazy dreams.
Something else that I love to do, but can't seem to figure out how I would make a substantial living with this career.
Stability. That is what I need.
But how?
I guess that's something everyone is trying to figure out.