Just Dance

terrible pictures, but these girls were amazing

 

 

I've been thinking and waiting and preparing to take ballet classes. The dance studio down my street had a recital this weekend and I found myself curious and reluctant at once. Curious for obvious reasons (like are these the kind of dance classes I really want to be taking), though I'm already painfully aware of what I'm missing; my body is in serious need of toning and flexibility. Reluctant becuase, well, no one wants to have to give up a dream they've had for so long, and I wanted to be a dancer from the time I was little. To have the opportunity to still learn ballet now, later in life, only to find out I might be terrible at it, would kind of shatter it for me. At least, that's what I think now. I haven't even taken a class yet.

 

So I sat there at the recital, watching these girls, these dancers that I do not know in awe of their grace and utter fearlessness. I sat there and couldn't look away. It felt like sending some unspoken wish or unlived dream, a connection to that dance floor that I cannot explain or ignore.

 

I'm convinced now I need to take these classes. I know I won't be a ballerina, but maybe I can develop some of that elegance and grace and have it with me wherever I go...