Chassé!

Jeté!

Plié!

You guys. I am officially a ballerina.

Well, technically I am not a proper ballerina, since that word is only reserved for professional, principal dancers at a ballet company.  But I am DARN CLOSE.

On a more serious note, YES. I did sign up for Adult Beginning Ballet at an academy in our neighborhood. 18+. no dance experience needed, one hour per week, ballet shoes required. It was a no-brainer.

You see, I have been fascinated by ballet my entire life. It is without a doubt, one of the hardest things a person can do and I am just enamored by the pros who make it look easy. I love absolutely everything about ballet, the music, the grace, the costumes, THE BUNS, and just how incredibly beautiful it is.

Being an athlete my whole life, I always felt, basically trained my body to be the polar opposite of a ballet dancer. So I never even thought doing ballet as an adult was a thing.

WELL. Apparently it is!

I signed up with my pal Olga and we were among about 10 others in the class. Our teacher explained about alignment, strengthening our feet and how even at the age of 90, a person can become flexible again. She even mentioned that if we work hard enough, we could learn to go en pointe!

I peed a little.

During the class, we warmed up, did demi-pliés, tondus and elevés. We worked on first and fifth position and having our arms en bas and in the first position. We stretched at the end…which for me, was basically this:

But like, it’s okay because I got to:

• Wear a bun
• Put on little tiny dangly earrings
• Wear ballet shoes and point my feet in them
• Listen to classical music at the barre

Here’s Olga and I in all our glory at the end of class:

LIVE YOUR DREAMS guys.

live your dreams.

Here we are at the end of our first class.