It’s been a week since I last talked to you guys. I had a horrible flu and I was incapable of doing anything besides lay in bed and watch Netflix. It was glorious. Besides the whole being sick thing, of course.
So let me introduce you to my Quick Notes. This series will feature random stories that don’t really have to do anything with each other, but are of some importance to my life. The first one is about ballet. Because why the hell wouldn’t it be?
See that sassy little cutie in the back? That would be me. Ever since I can remember, I’ve had a very special place in my heart for ballet. I remember my mother taking me to a class when I was wee three-year-old. I absolutely loved it, but I was a bit too young to officially join. I cried my eyes out. All I wanted was to dance. So you can imagine my joy when I was finally allowed to start ballet class.
Ballet has always been an essential part of my life. I could never be away from it for too long. I quit for about two years to take tennis and piano lessons, but in the end I practically begged my parents to let me go back to ballet. Whenever I have to miss a class, for whatever reason, I have a tiny emotional break down. I remember one year, the heaters in the studio weren’t working, and it was freezing, so they had to cancel class. I cried for a good 30 minutes. Then I put on ballet music on my laptop, and used my wall as a barre while I did exercises. YES. I AM COMPLETELY NORMAL.
Due to a sprained ankle, and that terrible flu, I missed a total of six classes over the past two months. Today I finally went back and it was GLORIOUS. The feeling I get from ballet is just indescribable. But I do know this: without it, I am incomplete.
Talk to you later,