Today, I almost skipped ballet class. My to-do list was long and I wasn't just tired- I was weary, disappointed that I hadn't yet crossed off tasks that I was supposed to complete over the weekend. I didn't want to focus on finding my balance when I couldn't find my balance outside of the studio, my car still unpacked from my weekend travels and my papers yet unwritten for school. Dinner was microwaved, not quite the labor of love crafted from farm-fresh ingredients prepared with patience if only I had the time.
Still, I went to class. I didn't allow myself to storm off with frustration when overwhelmed with the combinations across the floor. I finished the steps. And tonight, that was enough. I breathed in grace.
Aww I would love to do ballet. Yoga is as close to that warm fuzzy feeling from when I was a kid as I've gotten. Barre classes are too much for me-doesn't have the same feel. :) Fun to find you through the 31 days link
ReplyDeletePerhaps one of the hardest parts of growing up is how elusive that "warm fuzzy feeling" becomes - - ballet is definitely my way to hold onto an unabashed enthusiasm, free of expectations or comparisons that tend to weigh such hopes down in my life now. I must admit - my favorite part of yoga is when we lay down on the ground, stretch out, and just focus breathing. A moment to breathe? Yes!
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