Three weeks before the semester ended my instructor was discussing some movements with about six girls. She was explaining how important it was to focus, concentrate, fix the things that needed to be fixed. She told us that that was how we got to the next level...that was how we moved up.

As I was about to walk away from the group conversation, my instructor proceded to point to select girls in that group who she felt were exhibiting this level, and the last girl she pointed to was me. I was moving up.

I am taking the next level in the Spring. Next semester I am going to take the advanced class. This scares me...it scares me a lot.

I think about the what-if's. What if I can't do it? What if I'm not ready? What if I suck once I get there? What if it's too hard? To all of these questions I can probably answer: maybe you can't, maybe you're not, you probably will, and it most likely will be...but so what! So what if it is too hard...getting back into this was one of the hardest things that I have ever done. But that is why I do it...and that is why I will keep doing it. Ballet is special to me now, it is something great again.

I love that I am dancing again. I feel important that I can answer yes when someone looks at me in disbelief..."You dance ballet?" Ballet is a part of me again...and it is more important to me now than it ever was when I was younger. I work for it now...I make it mine. As long as it stays that way, I will be experiencing ballet for as long as I possibly can.