I am not sure what exactly I was worried about. I guess I thought I would not be able to keep up with the others, that my ankles would wobble and my balance would be off. It has been over nine months since my last ballet class – work, social commitments and my wedding (yes, I got married!) took up more time than expected. But last night, I braved it and went.
To cut a long story short, my worries were indeed justified. My ankles did wobble, my balance was completely off and I did find it hard to keep up with the others. In fact, I got so mixed up during one of the exercises in the centre that I piqué turned right into the row of dancers behind me.
I felt like I was back at square one, the same place I had been when I first started this blog. And yet still, as disheartening as the prospect of starting over felt, I knew it also meant beginning a new and exciting journey.
As I watched my awkward moves in the mirror, I could not help but laugh – here we go again!
Bring on the sore muscles, tapped toes, messy buns and sweaty leotards – I am ready to do it all again!
Dear reader, thank you for sticking with me despite my long leave of absence. I’m starting over and I sincerely hope you’ll join me for the ride!