When I was an awkward 9 year old I reached what I considered the pinnacle of my youth – I was chosen from all the girls in my ballet class to be the first one to work en pointe. I was so anxious and for the first few weeks I worked and worked and worked on my technique – ripping apart my feet while I teetered around stressing my ankles. I broke down in tears in class and refused to keep dancing. Maybe I would focus on my softball career. But my wonderful teacher took me aside and described the feeling of dancing as being lifted from above, not hoisted up from below. I imagined this floating feeling, like god reached down and grabbed me by my blonde bun, lifting me up and carrying my toward the clouds.
I felt my ankles, legs, spine and neck align. My muscles relaxed and shoulders fell back naturally.… Read the rest