April 30, 2004
This morning I was my usual graceful self. I walked straight into the big wooden arm of one of our chairs in the living room. The arm happened to hit at mid-thigh level. Boy did that hurt. It got me thinking about my regular excuse for being clumsy. I danced for about 20 years. When studying ballet, you are trained to not look down at the floor. Your chin should be up, and you should be projecting outward toward the audience. This works well when you are on a stage or in a dance studio but not so well when you’re in an apartment filled with furniture.
Sometimes it hits me how much I miss dancing. I had to quit while in college due to a lovely condition called chondromalacia patella. I still have problems with it now. Anyway, I guess the hardest part is that I really didn’t get to “choose” to quit. Ballet was such a huge part of my life. I think about less and less as the years go by, but in the beginning, I couldn’t help but dwell on it. I still miss it, but my husband tells me that I’ll always be his ballerina.
- Posted in : various other ramblings
- Author : amanda
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