Advice to any dancers who have been nursing an injury for the past 3 months: make your first class back one filled with 12-year-olds.
No matter how much time you’ve spent away from the studio, that first time facing the mirrors after an injury is going to be rough. The barre feels foreign under your palm, there’s a leotard invading your personal space and your ankles can barely support an eight-count balance. Eeep.
Place a young dancer in front of you, though, and see empowerment replace fear. Your knees will still wobble and your fingers will feel fuzzy, yes. But those sparkly little eyes looking up at you from under stiff port de bras is just enough to enlighten.
Whenever I feel fearful about the daunting work that lies ahead before the start of this new season, I try to do something more easily said than done: remember my past. I have fallen before, but I can rise strong.
So, have you read Brené Brown’s book yet? What did you think?