Bear with me as I channel my inner Tangled. "Have you ever had a dream?!", Rapunzel yells to the crowd of thugs standing between her and her ticket to a front row view of the floating lanterns. I've had several dreams, I think life is one series of dream after dream. At least it should be... if you aren't stretching toward something, life seems a little aimless, purposeless and a bit useless.
|Christine and I speaking with our director, Natalie (the most beautiful of dancers!)|
Some of my dreams are more serious than others, but I would consider all of them important. The dream I'm highlighting today isn't life-or-death, but for me, it's huge.
I want to be a ballerina.
Not a prima, I don't want to tour the world, pirouetting my way across European and American stages... I just want to find my way through Pointe and be able to tell my grandchildren that once, I was a ballerina.
This is a dream in progress. I started as a very tiny little girl (2 or 3) who so desperately wanted to take dance classes. My sweet, sweet mother actually sewed the costumes for EVERY CHILD in my class as a way to pay for tuition. Talk about dedication. I took ballet, jazz and dance til I was about 8.
And then it happened.
I'm kind of flighty. I have the tendency to jump from thing to thing. I've learned to reign it in over the last decade... life is too short and if I don't focus on what's actually attainable, I won't have anything to show for my time or money! But as a child... I was restless.
I decided I wanted to quit dance to play soccer...
So, my mom enrolled me in soccer.
I mean, I was really... really bad. I was worse than the kid picking daisies in the middle of the field (though I *did* spend a good portion of my time doing that...) because I actually made my team do WORSE. At the end of the year, I was the *only* one who had never once scored a goal. I don't think I'd really done much of anything.
Next was gymnastics, I was actually good at that... but I'm sure I found a way to make it boring.
Then came drums.
It was never ending.
But I always regretted quitting my dance lessons. My mom took me to the ballet a few times each year and my little heart would ache watching the ballerinas, so graceful, float across the stage.
Finally... finally... I enrolled in classes last summer. I took a mixture of private and corporate classes over the summer and then a full-time class starting in the fall. We had our recital this past weekend and for the first time as an adult, I got to be a ballerina.
I'm sprinkling pictures throughout this post that my husband, mom and co-ballerina (Christine- you're awesome!) took.
I discovered that the joy of ballet is in the practice for me. I enjoyed our recital, but not nearly as much as I *love* our classes. The ladies I study with are beautiful, brilliant, dedicated and FUN! I'm already missing class and I can't wait to start up again.
This is just the beginning for ballet... just a tiny little part. But it was a mini-dream fulfilled inside of a larger dream.
And I couldn't be more excited.
Thanks so much for taking a peek into my little world of tulle + slippers... and for celebrating with me. And as always, thanks for reading.Oh- and I have to ask... what's your dream? I'd LOVE to hear!