Going back...

I know, it sounds so contradictary but I am going back to something I have not done in over 20 years. I went back to dancing! I started dancing like most 5 year olds did, tap and ballet. I danced until I was about 17 or so. I really wanted to do pointe (dance on toe) but I was told I didn't have the foot structure (flat footed) so my dreams were dashed. I instead, focused on tap and danced competitively for a few years. I was told I was too short to dance on Broadway, so I gave up. Along came Paula Abdul, a petite power house who could dance!

Family came along and my dreams of dancing fell to the wayside. For the longest time, I have wanted to get back into dancing again. No time, no money... were my excuses. I finally broke down and signed up for my first class in over 20 years! I decided to go back to ballet because I can slowly ease into it.

I am in a class with two other ladies about my age. I had my doubts because I am about 40 lbs over weight and not as graceful as I used to be. The ladies I am with were pretty good and there I was trying to do bar work (yea, can you "see" this short gal with her leg on the TOP bar). I was pleasantly surprised that I did remember a lot of the foot work and the various positions for my hands. Then came the floor work! Oh man, I had to do turns down the floor to the right and return! Talk about dizzy! I had commented that I do not remember ballet being THIS difficult!

My nearest and dearest know, except my oldest and my husband. I don't want him to make me feel like a fool going out and doing what in my heart, I have missed the most. My mom knows but I did not tell her the name of the school for fear she'll poke her face in the window to watch! Not yet, I am not ready for that! That will have to wait until June when I have my RECITAL!! I am not kidding! So we shall see...

After my first class, I came home feeling exhiliarated! My body tingled like life was slowly coming back to me. I can not wait until my next week when I get to go back and try to recapture a small piece of my youth. A piece that when I danced, made me feel my best.