i used to identify as a dancer, people knew me as a dancer. now people identify me as many different things associated with going out / partying / shopping / photography / film / communicating... few still remember me as a has been dancer who doesn't dance. so when i decided to join ballet at a manhattan studio, J (my ballet teacher who didn't go pro for ballet because of her ankles) asked me why ballet and why now... i said just that. i used to be a dancer and i want to remember what it felt like. so one class later, i am excited to go back in to the studio. A, who has jumped at the chance to become a ballerina, is taking the class with me. for 1 hour every tuesday, we will be in front of a mirror, standing next to the bar, remembering the basics of dance and posture. the thought excites me like none other. truly.
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