I love ballet deeply. I loved it so much as a kid that I was allowed to start classes being 3 years old. Even though normally no kids younger than 4 were allowed into this. But somehow, my teacher saw me and decided to make me the exception.
And here the journey began. I did ballet as a kid for 6 or 7 years. Until I reached that age where I thought I wouldn't love it any longer. Instead I tried horseback riding. Needless to say that this was never my thing.
Maybe it was some kind of peer pressure that brought me into this since all the girls in my class were so fond about horseback riding while pretty much declaring ballet as a silly hobby.
And don't get me wrong, I love horses, they are kind and and fascinating animals. Whenever I am somewhere in the countryside and see a horse, I am truly happy and want the horse to see me as a newfound friend. But still, horseback riding ain't my thing. I'ma ballet kind of girl.
Sadly after my ballet dropout it took me a very long time to get back to the only kind of movement I truly love. Needless to say that my ballet teacher who admitted me at the tiny age of 3 into her classes was devastated when I declared I'm gonna leave.
She said, Phyllis you will regret it. You have talent, you have potential. Ballet could be your path and your career. But you know how little kids are, they just won't listen to adults. And I was exactly one of them. So I left. And regretted it shortly after. But was too ashamed to admit and and to return. You see, my path to self-sabotage has been set in stone at an early age.
But then when I was in my 20ies, being a college kid, I finally returned to ballet. Just for fun. Adult classes once per week. And I found an amazing teacher and the class setting was perfect. A small group of kind girls and women. And we all met up there once a week for the joy of ballet.
I dropped out there in 2013 though when I moved to Barcelona. Sadly there I did not make it to return to ballet since I had a horrible full-time job with terrible shifts that I had absolutely no idea how to fit in weekly ballet classes.
So it took more than another decade to return to ballet again. But now, I am back. Training at home with an amazing app. And no, this is not a sponsored post by them. They don't even know I'm writing this. But here is the name of the app: it's Dance Masterclass.
I bought a barre and set up my own tiny ballet studio at home! And I figured out that doing a ballet session early in the morning, before my brain gets fried up with all my daily worries and anxities, is the best way for me to start my day.
I get to start my day with something I truly love, that brings me joy, clears my busy mind before my busy mind takes over and paralyzes me for the rest of the day....and it helps me first thing to fix my posture in the morning and with a fixed posture I am able to start my day with more self-esteem right away believing that the sky is the limit for all my dreams.
The classes are for all levels. From newbies to advanced. All taught by professional dancers, explained extremely well and I feel so good and. happy every time after taking a class at home in my own speed. The app even offers live classes but that feature I have not tried yet. But I certainly will at a later point.
Basically I returne to things that I loved as a kid and now I feel like myself again. And those things are ballet, drawing and painting (illustrating to be precise), cooking and baking, spending times with animals and pets (mainly my black cat Shiri who also is the CEO of my online-shop Joyful Objects.
And now I truly feel like my authentic self again before society turned me into someone I never was and never wanted to be.
Have you also reconnected to things that made you happy as a kid but somehow you lost them along the way? Please let me know, I read every response and I am always so happy to hear back from you.
Love,
Phyllis
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