Ballet

Ballet was and always will be my first love. I still remember my very first class. Going in there I had every intention of hating it simply because that’s how my friends felt, they always said it was so boring, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth for me. I loved how graceful and girly it is, it was like I’d finally found my “thing”. The thing that sets me apart from others and makes me feel special, as long as I had ballet then I was enough. While other styles of dance can bring up so much self doubt, my confidence rarely waivers when it comes to ballet and my self doubt has never been that overbearing.

For just over 12 months I was lucky enough to teach preschool ballet and it was such a great feeling getting to share something that I love so much and am so passionate about, and I loved seeing the excitement in their eyes when they got it. It also reiterated that I was “special”.

After giving that up at the end of last year I closed that part of my life to open other new and exciting doors but now I can’t help but miss my first love. Not only do I miss the weekly ballet lessons but I also miss feeling special, I was a ballet teacher and everything about that made me special, it made me “enough” and no one could take the confidence that it brought away from me. Since giving that up sometimes I question what I have now. Somehow no matter where I go my heart always comes back to dance. I don’t know what that means but I’ve decided to follow my heart and see where it takes me.