Dancing

One of the things few people know about me is that I love ballet. I have loved ballet since I was a little girl. I knew taking ballet classes would have never been an option for me… So the best I could do was to ask for the latest ballerina doll, one Christmas. I recall her name to be Thumbelina. You would push down on her crown and she would pirouette. By the time I was 13, I no longer had it but longed to have it back, and the dream of dancing ballet never left me. Later I learned there was trauma behind the loss of the doll, which is probably why I don’t remember where it went, as I would have never willingly parted with that doll.

In my late teens and early twenties, it still was a dream that I kept to myself. I dreamed of taking classes, but at a weight of 125 pounds, I thought myself too overweight to bother. Yeah, I had self esteem issues. But that didn’t stop me from watching ballets, or musicals. It was the gracefulness of the dance that appealed to me. So I eventually learned to imitate a form of ballet all of my very own. Eventually, it turned into a praise dance.

I dance often.

2 Timothy 2:7
    Consider what I say; and the Lord give thee understanding in all things
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