Wednesday

  Yesterday I didn't feel like going to class. I felt tired and I attended my sister's Ballet 2 class the other day, anyway. I was almost, just almost, late for class. Then we started. OK, I don't regret coming to class. Yes, despite being reprimanded and tired, and sweaty, I loved this class. I don't know what made it so different. maybe the feeling of success I had when I was able to do good petite jetes. Teacher Agnes said today:

"Your mistakes on the barre are magnified on the center, on pointe, they are magnified even more" 

My retires feel very awkward nowadays... and I'm afraid I'm losing my balance in my turns :(