no way! ask me later

So Miss Beautiful Ballet Teacher asked me if I was going to do the performance. I about choked and giggled.

Uh, no. ask me later (in like a year or more from now.)

She told me I might change my mind when I saw the costume. yeah, right. A beautiful flowing dress that might make other people look like an angel on stage isn’t going to change my mind.

I don’t know. I want to do it…someday.  I just don’t think I can be ready in 7 weeks. When I watch others dance, I love watching them.  When kids make mistakes, it’s cute. When an adult or even a teen is less than graceful, it’s almost painful to watch. And I don’t want to be a pain to watch. I want to bless people, not make them cringe, not have them sitting uncomfortable in their seats, just waiting for the song to be over.

I long to dance so that I know the song so well, the choreography so well, that I move one with the music so that I don’t have to think so hard about the movement. I see others do it; that’s how I want to dance…from deep within. This doesn’t necessarily mean flawless or perfect, just with feeling. My soul has been touched with the dance and the message, and I want to transfer that to those watching.  Is it an impossible dream?

In class, just following along with the simple steps is such an effort. I haven’t gotten past the blundering of even the most basic of movements.

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