love of dance
by , 08-21-2008 at 11:27 PM (1679 Views)
I think we all know by now that I’m not a prissy girl. It doesn’t bother me to go to town with no make up, I don’t bother growing my nails out because they just break and look dirty after I finish my chores, and I enjoy working up a sweat. I dress up when I have to but I’m much more comfortable in a T-shirt.
When I was a kid my mom and dad wanted to put my sister and me in ballet classes. I wasn’t really interested it being a prissy ballet dancer so when I came in late to that first class I was less than enthusiastic. But by the end of class I was hooked for life. For me, dance was an obsession. Can ballet be addictive?
I recently ordered a bar workout video and have been very excited to start. With the kids all in school I have a little more time. I did the video on Monday and thought I would die. I spent the first 30 minutes in dreadful anticipation of every next exercise. The next 30 minutes was worse. My body trembled for two days and I’m only just now feeling like I can try it again. I didn’t realize that it had been so long or how out of shape I am.
Today I called my friend Tyra, who is my sister’s best friend, to talk about the Dare to be You program that is about to start again next month. Of course we ended up talking about everything else, too. They were watching the Olympics recently and my sister told her about my dancing. She told me part of that conversation and it really pricks my heart a little and now I can‘t get it off of my mind.
I had an injury that really set me back, but I never dreamed of being a professional dancer. I’m short and busty and I have always felt that there was an awful ugliness hiding behind fame and fortune. I will admit that it did feel wonderful to be in the spotlight. I just wanted to teach ballet, and was well on my way to doing that. Somehow I allowed some personal problems to overwhelm me and I quit dancing.
My husband and my kids have never seen me dance; they don‘t know what it was for me. A few years ago I ran into an old boyfriend who said something about it, but really no one ever says anything. Sometimes mom will say that I should teach the kids, but I’m a little afraid. I don’t want them to become consumed.
I’m competent in many areas and I’m willing to work hard to make up for what I lack in talent. Dancing was something I excelled at. It was my most amazing thing. I’ve mourned the loss of that aspect of my life and questioned the circumstances surrounding my decisions. I’ve blamed everyone I know at some point and felt bitter. I’ve tried to just forget that part of myself, but that was my true self.
I’ve decided to recommit to dancing. I think I will find the same pleasure in it today as I did years ago.
(I lost all of my toenails one year doing this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vH9vYiqDX5o )



