Growing up all I wanted was to be a dancer. Like full-on, Martha Graham company member.
It doesn't hurt that she was also really petite with dark hair and giant eyes. Just sayin'.
But alas, it was not to be. The glory days of my dance ended when I went to Rice, except for about a year when I danced with a modern troupe there that didn't really do it for me. I've missed jazz and ballet since '04, and I kept thinking about going back and then chickening out every time I would think about signing up for a class.
I don't even remember basic barre sequences!
There's no way I'm putting on a leotard now.
Other random, stupid proud/vain thoughts.
Wednesday night, though, Joseph and I were sitting on the couch watching Sucker Punch (that's a whole 'nother blog post) and he was using Ben-Gay on some random soccer injury. I LOVE the smell of Ben-Gay, namely because I only ever used it when I was dancing twenty hours a week. So I was nostalgic, but by the next day had totally forgotten about the whole Ben-Gay experience. I randomly got onto the Ballet Austin website and signed up and paid for a jazz class that evening. Thankfully I still had a (disgusting) old pair of Blochs lying about, and even though the heels fell off during our stretching sequence and I had to stuff them into my sports bra, they saw me through the class.
I'm thrilled to be dancing again, and am planning on 2-3 classes a week now. Class card purchased, new jazz shoes ordered, sewing on my elastics to my ballet shoes this weekend.
And I have Joseph's need for Ben-Gay to thank :)
It's strangely surreal and terrifying to walk into a dance studio when you know you've lost your triple pirouette and left chene turn (god, don't even ask me about barrel jumps), but now that hurdle's out of the way onward I trudge. Or chasse, rather.
Sorry for such a rambling and personal post that you may not care about at all, but it's the current big and exciting news in my life, so I needed to share. And now, some lovely words from Martha Graham (linked to her Wiki in case you don't know about her).
"I believe that we learn by practice. Whether it means to learn to dance by practicing dancing or to learn to live by practicing living, the principles are the same. In each, it is the performance of a dedicated precise set of acts, physical or intellectual, from which comes shape of achievement, a sense of one's being, a satisfaction of spirit. One becomes, in some area, an athlete of God. Practice means to perform, over and over again in the face of all obstacles, some act of vision, of faith, of desire. Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired."