Thursday, Oct. 17, 2013 @ 9:11 am
Follow Up
I went to the dance class again last night. I didn't let myself think about it, and I wore a looser top to help disguise my hips. You know what? I didn't feel so awful this time. I had practiced one of the more complicated moves, and I realized that some of the other girls were just faking the intricate steps. My coordination has deteriorated over the years, but I have faith that it will return.
On Monday, I am going to go to the real ballet class. It may push me down a notch, but the thing is that in being pushed down you are free to buoy back up, and the feeling of achievement is worth the moments of nervous fear.
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