30×30: Lesson 13: Expression over performance

I’ve already written before in this series that I was a pretty horrible dancer until I learned to let go. In the context of that previous post, “letting go” meant being willing to take risks, both physically and emotionally; but for the sake of this post, I’d like to add a different lesson — that…

30×30: Lesson 26: The goodness of strangers

I was robbed on a crisp December morning in Strasbourg, France, after I had bought hot roasted chestnuts on the Place de la Cath├ędrale and decided that I needed to change my world. Growing up, I had unconsciously divided all people into those who were “safe” (extended family, church friends, my ballet teacher) and those…

30×30: Lesson 1: Learning to fall

Find an introduction on this series here. I took ballet lessons from the age of 7 to the age 18 — my first exposure to sports, grace, and imagination beyond books. I adored the tulle, the leaps, the roles, but I was haunted by my inability to execute steps without hesitating. I wondered before beginning…