Once upon a time, I had another life. My name is threadingwater and I was a modern dancer.
For reasons too many to list, including the end of a long-term personal relationship with another dancer, I stopped spending my free time in leotards and leg warmers and re-entered the world of responsible grown-ups with big-ass work hours, shoes on my feet and a car without a bag of smelly, sweaty dance clothes in the back seat.
I may have forgotten a helluva lot of French words (as well as the corresponding movements), lost any decent turn-out I ever had, and felt ridiculously old in that studio with young adults who hadn’t even been BORN when I took my last studio class – but I held my own.
And, I’m going back next week.