I miss dancing.
It could be because I am very, very pregnant right now. Even thinking about touching my toes requires a great deal of effort and concentration. I think I got this way when I was pregnant with Georgie too. Just desperate to feel light and able, to have my body do anything I want it to.
I did a little dancing once I finished high school, but it was hard to keep it up when I moved away to go to Uni. I never really got into a new ballet school. So I kind of just let it go. I did bits and pieces over the years with performing arts, and then I got into aerobics at the gym. But I haven't really properly danced for about 4 years now.
So I've decided I am going to do... something after this baby arrives. I'm not quite sure what. I'm not sure about going back to my old dance school. I just don't fancy the idea of prancing around in front of a bunch of fit teenagers. Besides, I've done all of the classical grades that I can, unless I want to go further on to the professional track. And I really don't. I'd just like to go somewhere, once a week, and move.
I don't want to perform, or anything like that. Just enjoy the wonder and freedom and pain that is dancing. There's just something so delicious about it. I'm not sure how I will go about it, or what I will do. Options are kind of limited in my little town. But I'm going to try really hard not to let this dream go. I'm going to dance again.
And yes, it could look a little like this.....
But so be it!
I'm linking up with Jess over at Diary of a SAHM, for I blog on Tuesdays.