Throwback Thursdays: Ballet

At five years-old you could find me in a tutu, tights, a leotards, and a pair of ballet slippers shuffling around a Sante Fe, NM ballet studio. Those were the good days. Thinking back on those years, I am remiss for not sticking with ballet because I think I had serious potential to be one of those dancers that just make you go "wow" when you see them peform. Alas....

Nearly a decade and a half later, I found myself at the bar, grande plie-ing, feet in first position, feeling like my five year-old self again---except I wasn't surrounded by pint-sized prima ballerinas. Nonetheless, the return was nice. I felt the strength as I relev-ed and the quite zeal as the in-house pianist's fingers danced across the keys, filling the room with a playful melody that paced our excercises. Like Arnold Schwartzenegger, I'll be back and this time I just might be there to stay.

*rLa.