Dancing through life, the final 31 days of 2020. —Day 5 & 6—
Tonight, here in San Francisco, the lockdown starts again. I’ll still be going to work tomorrow as an essential worker. I will never forget those days in March driving to work on Market Street and it was a ghost town. I grew up here and I had never seen it like that my whole life.
To follow, work did not get easier. Due to the pandemic, we got the equivalent of 8 new cases for small office of two staff. I was working 50 hours during the weekdays and spent my weekends writing for grants with the dance company. This also happened to be grants season and we had to reimagine how to support the dance company and the Deaf Dance Festival during a pandemic after the loss and cancellation of work. All dance studios were closed, there was no dance classes. When virtual dance classes popped up they were inaccessible for Deaf people until my Deaf director started teaching in June. After working all week and weekends during the first few months, I needed to let off some steam. So sometimes late on Saturday nights after writing all day—I would dance in my home. It’s exactly what I needed to keep me going.
In performance, my director will say its okay to dance when you are happy, its okay to dance when you’re sad and its okay to dance when you’re angry. Imagine the world peace we would have if everyone just danced it out.
ID: [1 minute and 12 second video excerpt of Zahna wearing red leggings and sports bra with white trim, her hair is in a ponytail and she is dancing. The background is corner view of the room with wood floor, cream colored wall and 1 full window, 1 partial window with blinds and white trim.]
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