We’re fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance. ~Japanese Proverb
The last time I took a ballet lesson was third grade. I was the most clutzy, rolly polly, least graceful kid in the class. I don’t remember this as something I was good at.
Still the positive enthusiasm of Bernadette Giorgi convinced me I should try her adult ballet class at the Aquatic and Fitness Center in Bala Cynwyd. Witness the lovely, graceful B. Giorgi.
Now here I am attempting grace. Hmmm….
One of the women in the class told me she studied ballet for thirty years. The class reconnects her to something she loved. I get that.
Me? In my mind I’m back in third grade again. (Mademoiselle Cahn! Point your toes!!!) I remember my ballet teacher being very strict and mean with a cane she constantly tapped on the floor. (Bernadette is nothing like my old cranky teacher)
Regardless, I guess there are just some things we don’t shake from childhood. I still have trouble eating broccoli and I don’t think I’ll ever feel I have the grace of a ballerina.
But hey, when not confronted with video, I can pretend. I may try it again.
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