Ballet Lessons

I’m 33 years old and I’ve always wanted to take Ballet lessons. Three weeks ago I finally did.My inner 8-year-old jumped for joy and my outer 33-year-old thought, holy crap what are you doing?

As my lovely instructor, Miss Molly went over releve, tendu, and, arabesque I got lost in a strange place of being back in 9th grade French class with Madame Bowers at Tamanend and my first ever gym class when I was afraid to come out from behind my best friend because then everyone would figure out I HAD NO IDEA what I was doing. Then, the feeling passed, I pointed and turned out, and I laughed, and I giggled and I thought, oh my gosh I am really doing this.

45 minutes led to sore legs, and abs, and a sense of accomplishment that I will never be able to describe. So, I did what everyone would do and after one lesson decided I’m going to be a ballerina and high-tailed it to the local dance store. The woman asked if I wanted white, black, or pink ballet slippers. I might have shouted PINK as I was so excited and again my inner 8-year-old beamed as I slid on the beautiful pink slippers. I was ready. In that moment my heart leaped, it’s never too late I thought.

I’ve been blessed in my life, I have a family who laughs at(with) me and indulges me, I have girlfriends that would push someone off a cliff for me, and I have a boyfriend that will eat vegetarian meals every night if I asked. But I also have a list. A list of things I’ve always wanted to do followed by the daily things I add to it. Learn Spanish. Learn Italian. Sky dive (I came close one but it was too windy). Sip wine in Tuscany. Ballet lessons. I took dance when I was younger, some kind of after school be-bop dance, and I actually can cha-cha pretty darn well. I’ve also taken Swing lessons but nothing, nothing, could replace the vision I had in my head of being a ballerina with long legs and a tutu even if it was just for a moment.

I don’t know the meaning of life and frankly I’m not that philosophical but I DO KNOW that life is full or small moments and that YOU are in control and YOU bring meaning to your own life. If I never did another ballet lesson again (I’m doing one a week!) I would be satisfied knowing I did one. Before the lesson I was scared, I was nervous, I was anxious. Here’s the thing, NONE OF US REALLY KNOW WHAT WE ARE DOING. When I was 18 I would’ve been too shy and felt too old to take a ballet lesson (crazy right, feeling old at 18? I’d like to slap my 18-year-old self sometimes). Nike’s tag line is right, JUST DO IT. You never know when it’s too late. You just might find that inner self that jumps for joy and cartwheels around and I can PROMISE you that is worth it.

In Health and With Grace (and ballet slippers on),

Tricia

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