I have a new theory that I try not to do things if the only reason holding me back is fear. So, on Sunday night I pulled out my pointe shoes again. I didn’t put on the full whack; the tights and leotards and leg warmers, but I was already wearing leggings so I put them on.
I no longer have reams of ballet music on my iPhone so David Gray and Einaudi were the soundtrack to my (very small) return to the ballet world on my landing in my leggings and vest top.
I did pliés on both sides, and a half-hearted devélopée exercise. The whole thing took six minutes and then I went straight into the bath.
I am fine. And so, if I could build up to four exercises, five – a real, live ballet class would be on the horizon: another piece put into the jigsaw that is returning to myself.