Y’all, it’s really great to realize where you belong in the world.
I went back to ballet tonight for the first time in months. I was literally almost crying in class I was so happy. I always knew it. I just had to listen a little more closely and then act on it. It was great to see all the familiar faces. I got to take class from my favorite teacher who I absolutely adore. I’ll be going to her ballet based fitness class tomorrow. There are about 4 different ballet teachers and I want to try classes from all of them. I’ve taken Lauren’s classes a handful of times. Her ballet fitness class is an ass kicker. I’ve never tried the other 2 teachers, though. They both teach technique based classes rather than classes with a more fitness intent. Obviously after at least 6 months of being out of the groove, I could stand a technique class or two. After all the crap I’ve gone through this year, it felt amazing to be back in the studio. My hip flexors (as proper turnout comes from the hips, not the knees) will probably be calling me nasty names tomorrow, but I don’t care. I’m happy, I feel a million times lighter, and I left all the bullshit from earlier today at the door.
I’ve been watching Breaking Pointe on Hulu. God help me if I ever get that skinny. Please let someone tell me to eat a cheeseburger (and no, I’m not skinny shaming or what have you. That just ain’t healthy).