Posts Tagged ‘passion’

Words mean so much and yet so little

Hey guys.

Have you ever sat and listened to the words that people use during your conversations and wonder why they use those particular words to tell you how they feel?

I have been doing a lot of thinking recently and have come to the conclusion that when people speak out of anger or with passion, they tend to use the words from deep within their soul: ‘I just can’t find the time’, ‘You never there for me’, ‘Time does not wait for anyone.’ ‘If you want it enough, you will make the time’ and so on.

People seem to change their minds of the words they use when they don’t have the time to think their answer through. I like to think that the answers that come from deep within and the raw feelings mean more to the person than the answers that they have thought about.

They say that when you are intoxicated, you tend to say exactly how you feel in a situation about a person or your surrounding and I honestly believe that this is true. I also believe that when you speak out of passion or anger, you mean what you say using the words that you always wanted to use.

Words hurt people in more ways than you realise. As true as the words are, your choice of words is what can harm a person not always what you trying to say or the tone that you are using but the words you use to tell them.

Take a step back and look at the words you using to tell someone how you feel and why you feel it. Have a look at the word choice and realise why it is you said that particular word.

Words can mean so much when said from the heart and so little when said out of guilt.

Have a great day



I am one proud sister

Hey guys

So tonight I experienced something that I have never come across before.

Every single year my Shmoobear(little sister) dances in this one competition. I have yet to miss a dance and every dance I can go to I go to. I do her make-up and hold her hand while she has her hair done because this stuff is beyond painful! Anyway, this year was no different. We sat on the stairs and waited to go in and then she began to dance…

Firstly she did modern which was awesome and I clapped and screamed as usual and then contemporary came along and that is when the tears started. Her whole group came on stage dressed in black. The skirts were gorgeous and their hair looked amazing! As she started to dance, I started to smile and then it hit me. My little Shmoobear is not so little anymore. For the first time on stage I saw her as a woman and not a little girl. The more I watched her the more I cried and the dance was so moving so I cried some more. When the ran off stage, I looked at my mom and she was crying as much as I was and then we turned back and all the other mommy’s were crying and everyone was just in tears.

They got an A for both their dances and I am beyond proud of all of them. They have grown into such a strong and passionate group of girls and watching them dance is mesmerising. I am not one to boast but they really are a bunch of talented young women and I am very proud of each and every one of them. I am very proud of my Shmoobear and I am very happy that I have a sister like her in my life.

Love you lots Shmoobear


My passion

Hey guys

So last week I did my first full body massage for a client. It was the most amazing feeling ever. I could not help but smile when I was doing it because I am living my dream as we speak. For 1 whole hour, I placed a person in a relaxing mind frame and when she woke up, she asked for another one and said it was the best massage she has ever had. It made my insides go all warm and I felt very proud of myself for what I had done and for how I made the person feel. My teacher told me I was born to do this and she is so right!

This is my passion and I feel so honored that I am able to do what I want to do and what I was born to do. On the up side, the better I do at this, the more clients I will get and the more I am fulfill my dreams and reach my goals. I feel very blessed about this.


Here we go

By: Ashlee Zlotnick

Here I stand,
all grown up.
The view is scary
from all the way up top.

No more school for me.
Only college and hard work.
This will define my future
and mold me into who I am meant to be professionally.

As excited as I am,
I’m very scared too.
What if questions fill my head.
What if my heart doesn’t agree?

But then I put my theory to practise
and fall in-love with what I am doing.
So this is truly my passion.
Right deep breath in… Here we go

speech on Passion

Imagine you could stop time…make the whole world pause for just a moment so you could catch your breath. It is a dream most people believe will never come true. It is a fairy-tale for stressed people and people who want to escape life for a few minutes. It is almost a form of a super power. So is this real?


2 hours on a Monday, approximately 4 hours on a Sunday and a lot of messing around in between, I make this dream a reality. I stop the world. It feels as if I have pushed the pause button and the only people in the world who’s moving is: me and my dance partner. I have been a part of this magical world of Ballroom and Latin American for 5 years now and every time I dance, I get the same adrenalin rush.


I wear the same pair of shoes for over 11 dances and yet every dance, I bring out a different side of me. You are not able to hide behind a mask when you dance because the music and dance steps forces your inner soul out and it is as if a volcano erupts inside of you. You can’t control a volcano therefore when you dance, you can’t control your emotions. There is a dance for every emotion and a song to go with it. At the end of the day you will walk out of the studio feeling good and confident that you can overcome any obstacle life throws at you.


Once in a blue moon, you get to join the world of glitz and glam. Only at a certain level are you able to slip into the dress that you earned. You put your make-up on, your fake eyelashes and double check your lips are red enough. You walk onto the dance floor, feel the spot light on your face, take hold of your partner and then magic happens. You don’t move the atmosphere and indescribable feeling from within makes you glide on the dance floor. It is the most astonishing feeling ever. The dance ends, the audience will clap and you curtsy. It is time to go back to reality but just before you do, you take a deep breath in and realise what just happened. You showed your true colours to the world.


Last year I was given the opportunity to showcase my talents. As excited as I was, I could not help but feel sad. For you see, last year was the year that my dear friend Ryan Lang was meant to start to dance with me. He was meant to be my partner for this showcase and I was meant to share the spot light with him; however he was tragically killed at the beginning of last year… I got onto the dance floor with my partner and I shed a tear. I looked through the audience and saw my family, friends and 2 very special people in the audience. My tear ran down my face and a smile was painted on it instead. That night I danced for Ryan and I have never felt so alive on a dance floor. I dance for a purpose and that as well as the support I got from everyone is what kept me going that night.


Doris Levelle is a dance legend. She danced for fun and was soon discovered by Monsieur Pierre. His studio was the place to go to if you wanted to learn how to dance in the 20’s, 30’s and 40’s. Doris soon became Pierre’s dance partner and they demonstrated as often as 3 nights a week in clubs all over London. After the war the studio moved to Soho. They used to keep the windows open to allow the streets of Soho to enjoy Cuban music. Their aim as a couple was to discover the love and passion for dance within people which runs through every authentic dancer.


Doris was in a huge car accident and broke several bones in her body. This did not stop her from dancing. After a very hard 2 years, she was dancing yet again. 1970’s Doris wrote the first book about Disco Dancing. This is my favourite quote of hers, It is not my intention to be dogmatic but rather to give instructions as guidance only, since this type of dancing is essentially a matter of individual taste and improvisation. The most successful performers of soul dancing as well as other forms of dancing are those who possess the great sense of rhythm.’


Doris Levelle is my inspiration. When I damaged my ankle so badly, I was told that I was not able to dance for a very long time… I persevered and after a long and painful process, I was dancing again. This is why I feel I have such a deep connection with her.


5 years ago, a door opened up for me into a world where age, gender, colour, religion or talent doesn’t matter. Passion and dedication is what drives me to be the best Ballroom and Latin American dancer I can be.


By:Ashlee Zlotnick

Writing is like dreaming.
It’s something you can’t control.
It’s what comes naturally.
When it happens, its magical.

Your heart is wide open
and your mind is clear.
Your mouth does not move
but your pen speaks out loud.

Every feeling and thought
is shown crystal clear.
You are able to make sense
of how you really feel.

Everyone is a dreamer
therefore everyone can write.
All you need to do is be inspired
then you are set for life.

Us dancers

By:Ashlee Zlotnick

We dance for joy
We dance for smiles
We dance for that boy
We dance to go those miles.

We dance for tears
We dance for fun
We dance for fears
We dance to set off the passion gun.

We dance for life
We dance for applause
We dance for strife
We dance to get rid of the claws.

I dance because I can
I dance because I love to
I dance Ballroom with a man
I dance…and so can you.

My passion- Choc Childhood cancer foundation

Hey guys:)

For those of you who know me on a personal level will know that I have not always been as positive as I am today. I used to be the person who thought everything in life was bad and no good ever comes out of bad situations. Having said that, I have always been a giving person and want to help others. My mom always told me that my heart is way too big and sometimes I just can’t do it all but hey that is me I guess and that is how I got involved with CHOC.

Getting involved with this organisation has allowed me to learn how to be positive and how to better my community. My life was nothing before I had Choc and now that I have it, I will do everything I can for those children! A doctor cannot do his or her job without a stethoscope, well I cannot be me without them. When ever I go and see the children at the hospital or the home itself, I get a fuzzy and warm feeling inside. I know that my visit means just as much to them as it does to me. Life would not be the same if they were not in it and I know that I will never have to worry about that as I will never allow myself to drift from them.

Everyone has someone or something that has made them a better person today. Mine is Choc. These kids always have a smile on their faces and love in their hearts and now so do I because of them.

Moral of this post is: life is way too short to only see the bad and have a smile on your face because it is catchy and you never know who is in need of a smile. If one person smiles, everyone who will pass you will smile too. If you have something very close to your heart, always stand up for it and don’t let anyone bring it down. One more thing, a good deed can change your life, it did mine so why not give it a try and allow community service change you.

Tropical Paradise

By:Ashlee Zlotnick

Sitting on the beach so hot.

Drinking out of a coconut pot.

Life could not get any better.

In and out of the ocean, my costume gets wetter and wetter.


When the sun reaches the middle of the sky.

It gets way too hot, oh my.

We move underneath the banana tree.

Life’s great, don’t you wish you were me?


The wind blows just right in the air.

My friend gave me a little dare.

The music man I would have to ask out.

So I put on my cute little pout.


5 years later, he asked for my hand.

This is something I never planned.

What else could I say except for yes.

The end of this story…can be your guess.



By:Ashlee Zlotnick

Poetry lives within us all.

It’s just a matter of braking through.

Tearing down the artistic wall.

Time to figure out what is new.


It allows us to get out,

open up a new door.

We can sort through the doubt,

and understand much more.


Us poets are all the same.

We all have something in common.

We write what is on our brain.

Just like me and my friend Robyn. 



Poetry gives us time to think.

You can reflect on our own life.

We will take our lives and link,

whether or not we want to be a wife. 


So anyone can can pick up a pen and write.

You will soon understand how you feel.

You will realise if what you said was right,

and not live with doubt like an electric eel.


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