aspirations.

at this point, i won't be a professional dancer, especially not a ballerina.
too tall, too big, too awkward, too many years not training seriously -- and too much invested in singing.

:)

those limitations aside, i can dance. i can buy a new pair of magical pink leather slippers, and i can dance.

there's a ballet class on tuesday nights next semester, and i think i'm going to take it. it's a night of bussing across the bridge, but i think there'd be some sort of 'childhood' type romance in getting on the bus with my dance bag, rushing into the studio cold, only to enjoy and hour of dreams come to life.

*sighs*




i've done it before -- why not do it again?