I’ve said it a few times before, but ballet class is a refuge for me.
Because of the stresses of life, making it to class has been a little harder.
It’s tough to crawl out of bed when you’ve pulled the double of going to college class in the morning and working at a newspaper at night.
I’ve been stressed financially because of the problems with the newspaper industry. I’m constantly exhausted.
So the fight between staying in bed or going to a morning ballet class has been more of a struggle this year than I can ever remember.
But the outcome is the same when ballet class wins out.
I’m always glad I made it to class.
There is nothing like getting the body moving to work through the stress.
I love barre. It’s where I wake up.
But center work is heaven for me. There’s nothing like combinations that move me across the floor.
Grande allegro is my strength, and I can do them all day.
But to be honest, in times of stress, the flowy, “pretty” combinations are what I live for … the balance’s, the waltz turns, the slow pirouettes.
I could get lost doing them.
I don’t know if it’s right for a guy to say … but on a stressful day … there is nothing like feeling graceful and doing something beautiful and calming to slow things down.