I’ve always thought ballet was beautiful. Yes, even after I saw Black Swan. One of my friends in college was a ballerina. I remember watching her as the peacock in the yearly production of The Nutracker. I was blown away. I read this post by one of my favorite bloggers, Elizabeth Esther. Ballet is truly beautiful.
Well, last night was the night. I decided to stop waiting for the day I looked like this:
I decided to stop waiting until I felt I was “good enough” in my appearance, my physical strength, and my gracefulness, and do something that would bring me joy.
How was my first ballet class since I was a toddler? Let me allow the magic of the .gif to tell you:
I wasn’t great. However, it was amazingly fun, and I can’t wait to go back next week. I tried something new, I tried something that scared me, and I tried something that played against my insecurities. True, no one asked me if I had taken ballet before, but I faced a fear yesterday. I stopped putting my life on hold for some faraway, unrealistic goal I’ll never reach. I enjoyed today.
So how was my first ballet class? It was freaking awesome.