Once, long ago, for the span of a few minutes, perhaps a few hours, I wanted to be a ballet dancer. My grandmother, being her usual kind, sweet, compassionate self learned of it and wasted no time in telling me why I could never...
Too fat...
Too slow...
Too clumsy...
Too tall...
Too graceless...
Too much of too many things that a dancer cannot be, and not enough of any of the things a dancer must be.
What made me think of this? The video below...which prompted the sudden intense regret that I am not also a ballet dancer, if only so I could move with this man with such power, grace, and intensity. Sigh.
I can watch him, though...over and over again. Join me - I don't think you'll regret it.
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