Seven weeks. Seven Mondays of stretching, stumbling, smiling, and surprising myself. My adult jazz dance class started as a way to get moving again — but it became something more: a guide for life after 55. Each week offered a lesson in letting go, showing up, and finding joy in the awkward bits. As I close Session One, I see how dance has become my mirror — reflecting who I am, who I’m becoming, and how we can all keep growing, one step (and one song) at a time.