Pic by Listen Missy!
I spent a considerable amount of my youth in ballet classes. 10 years, to be exact – until the point when puperty hits you hard and you just can’t stand seeing yourself in a mirrored wall. I felt like the proverbial1 stork in the salad. Not fun. So I quit. After 15 years of not trying to move myself gracefully to classical music I now really really miss it. Funny enough, it’s mostly the effort that I miss. The sweat, the aching muscles, the repetition… things I probably didn’t miss when I was 12 years old. Now that I have a dayjob, and so some money, I decided that I should go back to those mirrored walls, piano music and the sweat running down your spine while you force yourself into positions that don’t believe in gravity.
I already did some research on ballet studios in town and selected two that I liked. Next step would be to actually approach them for information when the next classes start and which sort of class – beginner or intermediate – would be best for me. Maybe I even take some private lessons to get back into the groove. Anyway, I am really looking forward to it and will keep you posted on my progress.
- A very german proverb, I guess [↩]
