There is a complete difference in the way you think of life when you’ve found your path. Many of us, including myself, go through life wondering, wondering what kind of legacy we’re going to leave behind. In this confusion we try our hand at a multitube of directions, investments, hobbies etc… to see where a passion lays. Some find it instantly, for others it takes years.

For those who are in the arts it can be most trying. I know first hand. We can be brused with disappointment, failure, regret, and hopelessness.

I’m here to tell you… If you’re feeling lost and don’t know where your life is taking you. Go back to the one thing in your life that gave you joy, passion and relevance. Reinvent yourself. The enlightenment of direction is powerful and will make it’s own way.

Let’s get back to the heart of who we are and become more liberated people!!!

For as long as I can remember and I can only recall as far back as 3 years old, I’ve always been a dancer. My grandmother would play old school records from calypso to Michael Jackson, you name it she was spinning it. We shared this love of music and the movement that followed. It was instinctual. You could always catch me on the dance floor at parties, family gatherings, in my room, where ever there was music playing I was getting down to the sweet grooves emanating from the speakers.

My first real look into the world of dance came from the television series FAME. Although short-lived, it sparked a passion that would many years later turn into a career. I wanted to be the next Lory, Alvin Ailey, Debbie Allen combo. It was something about the way they moved that made my body want to move with them. Not until high school was I able to live out my dream of being a FAME school student.

The high school days I remember were bitter-sweet. A new environment, new cultures, races, attitudes, talents. This is where I learned that I was nothing but a small fish in a very large pond. My neighborhood fame didn’t count here. No one cared about what ghetto school I came from in Brooklyn. They wanted to see the talent. Just because you went to La Guardia High School didn’t mean you were at all the best, just better than the worst. If you couldn’t hack it you were gone the next year. It was a dose of the real world.

I lacked the ability to give a shit during my academic classes, manly because all I wanted to do was dance.  Like many high school kids I had a lot of problems stemming from my home life. Coming from a family with a disabled child a single mother who at one point worked 2 jobs just to make ends meet and who’s luck with men were unsuccessful . Normal I know, however it put a heavy strain on my shoulders. I was often depressed. Often thought about an easy way out, holding on to dance was my savior. I looked forward my 7:45 am modern class, unless ballet was first and even then It was my chance to get away from the stress and strain of my world. It was my therapy. It’s seemed to work as I settled in to High School life.

Welcome to the new Jashiro.com. In the past I’ve started blogs that I’ve abandoned and left to collect dust. Waisted efforts in creating a literary world of verbal creativity that lacked honesty and personality. Since my last blog I’ve done some soul searching. I started with being honest with myself and those who I interacted with on a daily basis. I admit, it was difficult. I felt  like I was baringmy soul to the public; naked and ashamed. “I can’t believe I just said that” was I thought that reoccurred many times. With time it just became who I was and a way of living. In many ways it was therapy, therapy I didn’t know I needed.

As if  I were at a confessional, with the help of many friends & family, I was able to shear private moments of complete openness on a level I never have before. These connections developed an appreciation of life in ways I’ve over looked and neglected.

So with THIS blog I intend to display the true me. Unplugged. Unscripted. With no apologies.