As kids, my parents enrolled us into karate, which is the exact opposite of what I really wanted. So college comes and I finally lived my dream of dancing. My senior year, I fell and my dreams went a different direction. It turns out that I'm just ok at ballet and not flexible at all.
Fast forward five years later to today. I miss dancing so much and I live in Orlando. A few weeks ago, I had an opportunity to take an open class with Orlando Ballet and it was love. Granted I was not able to walk or move for days afterward, but it was so nice to dance again. Next came another opportunity that I could not refuse. Finally an open set of classes that I could take and cost practically nothing. Very exciting.
While trying to get my stuff together, I realized that I gave away a lot of my favorite leotards, and apparently tights as well (who would take used tights - I do not recall). I did have many pairs of ballet flats still sewn. It felt so nice to put the shoes on again. Not that it matters because I do not fit into the small leotards that I do have left over.
I'm apprehensive about the class. I'm much older now, and I realized from the preview class that my body cannot take the pounding that it could. But I need to do something that is fulfilling.
Oh, and I also promised my parents after I graduated that I would never dance again. So this whole thing is sorta a secret. I'll let y'all know how it goes.
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