Dancing Shoes?

The other day I was heading into a parking garage downtown to hop back into my car. The girl attending the booth where you pay your ticket fee asked me if I was a ballet dancer... a flattering mistake! What woman doesn't want to be mistaken for a ballerina!? At least the little 5-year old Court, who still exists in many ways, who dressed up as a combination fairy-princess-ballerina when she was 6 was excited about the mistake. 

I told her no, but that I worked at the art museum which is why I was parking there. She said, 'Oh, I was really hoping you could tell me about the dance school'. She then went on to tell me that she used to dance when she was little and she had seen many girls walking to a dance school nearby and wondered where it was or what it was called because she was really wanting to take a class again. 

Art Nurture moment to the rescue! 

I can't help it! I get too joyful sharing this stuff with people! 

I told her about a few places that different friends of mine have taken dance classes and that I had heard they were good. As we parted ways, she said that she really did need to look into it because she had been missing dance in her life. I told her it was definitely worth it and that I hoped she could find something that would fit her, even if it was only once a week, it would be worth the effort. 

I hope she does. It is important to listen to ourselves in that way. Sometimes it takes us a long time to do so. It can become so bad we can hardly stand it, until we change and do something good for ourselves or we just get miserable. What sounds like more fun?

What have you been missing in your life? 

What is it that you need to dust off and give a second try?

Do you need to get your dancing shoes on?