This week the Melancholy Swan has been less melancholy. The fact that it is spring break helps, but I find myself pointing my toes at every opportunity, and getting a cup of tea an opportunity for center work (while followed by a hopping corgi.) I was reading old posts from Adult Beginner and caught myself wanting to respond to her posts as a fellow dancer. A fellow dancer? After only two ballet classes the Melancholy Swan is thinking of herself as a dancer!
The thought does make me happy. I'm hoping that just like when they say the moment you get a cancer diagnosis you are a survivor, that when you start twirling around your dining room and counting the days until your next class you are a dancer.
I take my validation from this post by Lauren on her blog Hobo Mama