There are days when I feel like the remedial one in company level class. My double pirouettes and anything in petite allegro can be completely all over the map. Some days I feel like I can really dance. Other days, I know I totally suck.
Found out today that I am blessed to be dancing despite my struggles. One week from tonight I’ll be performing in a major ballet production. I’m not going to take that for granted.
My seemingly fit, ultra-thin 27-year-old niece just found out she has MS, a mother of three small children.
Yeah, I maybe a little overweight ancient dude struggling in a ballet class. But I can still hang in with company kids.
Whenever I think about complaining after struggling in a class I should think about my niece and what her life will be like when she gets my age.