I think I must have smiled throughout my entire ballet class. I was on cloud nine, just happy to be there. Sure I flopped around, made numerous mistakes, lost my counts, forgot combinations...but I couldn't stop smiling.
Not too long after class ended, I was telling my boyfriend about how much fun I had, and how much joy can be found in ballet. I felt like I had been injected with rainbows, and floating gently over cotton candy clouds dusted softly in ballet pink. I can feel myself improving, am becoming more aware of my weaknesses, eager to try again, and beyond excited to improve.
And that's when it hit me... Perhaps I had finally found that "something," maybe even that "one and only" thing that truly nourishes me all the way to my soul.
