Pointed toes, extended fingers, tall spine. Dancers are like silk. They float smoothly and effortlessly across the floor.
Growing up, I would twirl around the house and make up dance routines. I always believed dancing was the most beautiful, artistic expression of oneself. Instead of ballet slippers, I found myself in cleats and running shoes. I don't regret the many years of soccer, running and basketball. But, I probably would've tried dance for a bit.
The art's class planned to see Swan Lake. I was a little jealous. To my surprise the school had one extra ticket for the art's class. I claimed it and found myself going to see my first ballet!
The three hour production was dramatic, delicate and perfectly executed. Unfortunately we weren't allowed to photograph the performance. I longed to be on stage dancing with them. But, that would be like asking The Rock (Dwayne Johnson) to do ballet. Oh, wait, that happened in The Game Plan. Good movie by the way. I lack any skills in ballet besides the desire to learn.
I know ballet couldn't compete with the way I feel when I play soccer or run. I get giddy inside even thinking about it. That's how you know it's a passion. Something you would do with no one else around. You don't have to remind yourself to do it or to love it.
Speaking of running, I found the Eye and Big Ben today on my run.
I attempted to recreate the image I used when I was trying to get funding for my trip. I would look at the picture and hope to be there one day.
Update on the sick bug. I have tried almost everything to get better. Now it's just a matter of time.