Ballet Class

In the Dressing Room, Louis Kronberg

This past Thursday, I went to my fifth ballet class. A local studio does drop-in classes for adults and after a lot of nerves, I finally got the courage to sign up for a Beginner 1 class a couple of months back and invited a couple of friends to come with me. I couldn't go much over the holidays, but I've been back several times by myself and while I'm still very nervous every time, I find such satisfaction after every class.

There's something soothing about spending 90 minutes fully present in my body. It feels like I notice everything. The placement of my hips, the soft reach of my fingers, elongation in my neck, and the gentle downward press of my shoulders. Tension and relaxation. Control and release.

There's vulnerability in it, my faults reflected back at me, glaringly obvious in the mirrored studio. I have a long way to go in this practice. 

But I am learning—far more than just ballet.