Beginner ballet class, MY POINTED TOE!

I have a shirt that says “You haven’t witnessed a real workout until you’ve seen a dancer practice.” Man, I am sweating after the first 10 minutes with this lady—doing plies. I have realized that beginner ballet in Texas and beginner ballet in Los Angeles are two different things. This class is entirely at my level—a bit above me in some ways—but the right kind of above me—where I can be successful but I have to work. It is a long class and a very intense one.

But tonight when we did a simple hand position with our footwork, it all came back to me: Why I dance. The feeling and why I can’t explain that to anyone. It goes beyond anything anyone can see in me. More than even the worship aspect, though it is all about God, it is what it has done inside me in certain areas.

That is precisely why I will fight for it, cling to it and oppose anything that comes against it.