But dreams are hard to keep alive and so easy to let fall away.
It's so easy to skip classes and give up and take for granted the dance I used to love.
So I quit at age eleven. I was done.
Six years later and thanks to the support of family and friends (especially lovely Katherine), I finally started again.
And I failed.
Honestly, I was awful. I'm still not great, but I'm much better than I was.
But I came to love failing! I love saying "Yes, I did that terribly, but I was trying. Watch me get better. Watch me perfect this. Just watch me."
Yesterday, May 1st 2012, I completed a dream that I made when I was five.
I danced in pointe shoes for the first time.
I have a long way to go, but I cannot tell you how good it feels to have gotten as far as I have.
Hard work pays off.
And how sweet it is.
P.S. It's been a year since I started blogging! Bless my heart, I used colored fonts. I'm glad I grew up, at least a little. I count the chance to grow up as one of my greatest blessings.