If you’ve missed previous chapters of this series, get caught up by first visiting here.

The Strange Crescendo

Something strange is happening to me at dance class. We were learning choreography, and I had a question. Oddly, the question was not: “Can you please show me that again a bajillion times slower as I am completely lost?”

The question was: “Is that rond de jambe on relevé?”

And my teacher said that yes, it was. I adjusted my dancing accordingly.

You see why this is alarming.

I’ve been going to dance class for six months now and getting used to being the crazy girl who has no idea what she’s doing. So used to it, in fact, that I didn’t stop to notice I somehow became the crazy girl who kind of, actually, might know what she’s doing. Sometimes.

In anticipation of the new year and all kinds of New Year’s resolutions, I'm in the midst of a resolution I made four months ago. And, like most resolutions at this point, the delight and fervor of the initial honeymoon phase is beginning to fade