i was a ballerina. for 13 years, actually. strange that i identified myself as that for so long and am now so far removed from it. i mean, sure, i like to get out and go see performances, but i haven’t danced since i was 19 or so. going to the ballet or to see the salt lake modern dance company (ririe woodburry) always makes me a little nostalgic. i think that i was never a dancer at heart…but maybe just an artist and once i figured out the form that best suited me (writing), dancing was almost easy to give up. i never wanted more than one focus or one passion. i feel lucky to be good at one of them…and even luckier to have been decent at the other in when i was young.
so, russell and i are going to the ballet tonight and i will love it and be happy to be there and i will also remember how the resin smelled when i dipped my point shoes in it before a performance. i might get a tear in my eye. and then i will write about it and feel like i have come full circle somehow.
that is the best part.