3/28/03

Was it just five years ago the first time my feet left the floor in church and dancing became my everlasting passion? Back then I didn’t even know what a plie was. That is hard to imagine now that I even teach kids about dance a little. I am certainly no expert after 3 ½ years of lessons, but I know a decent amount. Last night I went to my ballet class at the college. That is a humbling class. The teacher is just the best, but somehow this adult class has also became a class for the younger dancers in Tyler who are advanced and do not have a Thursday night class they like. They do the whole thing on Pointe and do all these advanced combinations. In some ways it is neat because what a great example. Of course my problems is half the time I am staring at them because even their barre exercises look beautiful! But I learn every technique error I have in that class! Not that the teacher is standing there criticizing me, but I know and can see. Still, I love it because it makes me better. Tonight I am leaving for Robin’s. I will stay the night there and then go on to Shachah in the morning. Of course I will dance a couple classes there. I will stay over Saturday night and THEN Sunday morning dancing with them at a church in Dallas. Then I will rush back to my church to teach my kids a dance for next weekend. Dance dance dance. It has become so much of my life. I am amazed at how this happened. When did I blink and have this happen? When God got me, that was it, that is for sure. Robin used to tell me that… that it would be like a fish on a hook, and once that happened I would be forever caught. That is what happened. And now I can’t even lift my hand in a dance move and not think of Him. Well, off to my dancing weekend. I don’t even think I am taking my computer. Of course this guarantees I will have much to say upon my return!