Ballet transported me

When I was a toddler my pediatrician recommended that I take ballet. Apparently, I was extremely uncoordinated due to the fact I was born pigeon toed. I was falling over, tripping and running into things. I didn’t even walk until I was 17 mos. But I was very verbose well before I was a year old. Anyway, the doctor knew ballet would help. The “turnout” that comes through ballet could counteract my pigeon toes. I felt like a princess in my dance shoes and tutu. I took dance from age 3 or 4 until 16. I have said many times that I have no idea if I was actually any good at dance. What I do know is that I felt like I was dancing exactly like my teacher. It was marvelous and heavenly. I loved it. i joyfully practiced every day. We ALL should have something that makes us feel that good. Recently I spoke with an aunt on the phone. She was recalling my toddler dance days. She said watching me dance was the funniest thing she ever saw. She said I was obviously clueless as to how “not with the program” I was. That took me by surprise as I have said, in my own mind I was a fabulous dancer. Was I hurt by her comment? I was shocked to discover that I was a little surprised, but I wasn’t hurt. I realized what mattered was how I felt as I danced. I was transported. Nothing removes that feeling. What transports you?

About Kate Kresse

I love to write, I love to talk, I love to uplift people when I can. I am a woman in love with life. I am a wife, mom, tutor, writer, and I am a perennial optimist. (OK not every single minute but you get the point! :-)
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8 Responses to Ballet transported me

  1. Your post reminds me of this quote: “Dance like no one is watching, Live like you’ll never be hurt, Sing like no one is listening, Live like it’s heaven on earth.” – William Purkey. I’m transported when I actually take time to sit down at a piano and play (but I’m not very good and I wouldn’t want anyone listening to me because I get too nervous with an audience while playing!).

  2. sarsm says:

    I think that’s the case for a lot of little dancers to be honest (my daughter went to dance class too for about 10 years). She was actually really good – so bendy but she was so afraid of doing something wrong and therefore so focussed that she was often a little slow as she looked to the others for ‘confirmation’.
    My parents never encouraged me in any direction really, reading your post, I think that’s a bit of a shame, but I have picked up a couple of things as I’ve grown into myself. I really love writing cooking and photography. I’m not a good photographer but I do manage to get the odd good shot now and then. When people compliment me, I always have to admit that I just take so many pictures that some are just bound to be good.
    I am really glad, after reading you post, that I did that with my children. The youngest is our little dancer and artist, the oldest our actress/singer (she ended up doing it professionally) the second one is our martial artist and artist. Our autistic son is passionate about the fire service and went to the youth fire service and is now a volunteer fireman – I know it’s not quite the same – but he once told me fire service is his life.
    I’m really glad I read this post. It just clicked in my head what a great thing each of them has and that makes me very happy. I knew it of course, but you just kind of spelled it out!!

    • Kate Kresse says:

      Oh, my friend, look what you have done with your wonderful heart and spirit. Each of your children lights the world with their talents and focus. And you, with your eye for beauty, take wonderful photos. Your gift for words and your love for cooking, feed souls and spirits. Wonderful

  3. Kate Kresse says:

    Oh gosh I love that quote. It is so perfect!! How lovely that playing the piano transports you. I do hope you have a piano or electric keyboard at home! I love that playing piano makes your heart soar.

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