Growing up my mother put me in ballet class at the tender age of four. I loved that class. It was a combination of ballet and tap and I could not wait until the next class. I still have my first pair of ballet shoes. From the age of four until thirteen, every week I danced and loved it, until I didn’t. Do you have those regrets when you look back at things you did when you were a child? I do. When I look back I see a pattern of start and stop. I rode horses and played tennis, and danced, until I didn’t. For a while it seems I was always moving on to the next thing until I circled back to an old favorite.
Ballet and tennis somehow persisted through my start and stop pattern. Riding tried to but there was the question of access to a horse which became a slightly more difficult question, but I digress. I always seem to find my way back to ballet and tennis, albeit in slightly different form. In college it was in the form of required physical education classes. I served and danced my way through my required classes in absolute enjoyment feeling like I’d found an old friend. As an adult it is USTA and tennis leagues and tons of doubles matches and/or Pilates, barre, and yoga. I guess old habits die hard as I continue to find enjoyment in the same plies I do at my barre today as I did at four.
Is it the patterns we become accustomed to as a child that provide comfort as an adult? I don’t know the answer to that question. I do know, however, I have a barre in my house. There are times when it gets used daily and then there are periods when it use sits there until, well, until it is needed again.