I have a dream of being a ballet teacher to children one day. I see myself with my grey hair in a little ballerina bun bending low to hear the whispered requests of darling children. So one beautiful sunlit evening last summer after work, found me walking down 8th Avenue to my first ballet class at Alberta Ballet. I really don’t dance beyond myself with one of my children as hostages. My dog Charlie dances with me quite happily. So it is with anticipation and a lot of drummed up courage that I find myself making this happy trek. I meet one of my acquaintances from Nordstrom who worked in shoes along the way. He’s waiting for his taxi. I tell him where I’m going. He said with a flourish, “Of course, you’re a ballet teacher! How did I not pick up on that!” He clearly is a soothsayer, I say to myself. No, he is just ridiculously kind. But it did set me on my journey with a bit more confidence, strengthening my resolve that seemed to grow weaker with each step. Heartened, I press the buzzer to be let in. Clutching my gear tightly under my armpit. My finger was definitely trembling. My teacher is perfect. She’s delicate and blonde with even a heavy french accent. My heart is thrilled. I look around. There’s women and girls stretching. There is even a woman waiting to play the piano as we dance. I’ve never plied before. Ever. I didn’t even try it in the mirror before I left the house. Talk about winging it. But I’m excited. Long ago I lost my need to appear skilled. I just was so happy to be there. Participating. Enjoying this moment in time. It was a magical hour. I plied. I danced. I adored the rhythm of my wonderful teachers voice as we all dipped and twirled. It was such a pure expression of beauty. I’m even more impassioned to become a ballerina teacher to little children. For I feel, it takes more love and commitment to building their confidence then skill. But for now, I will build my skill. And i will learn to build my own confidence by each day stretching myself out of my comfort zone. I hope you will too today. Love you all.
Never Too Old
