dance.

today, while going to county ballet to get shoes for the first time in over a year, i realized something. i really miss dance. so badly that it hurts.

i miss coming home from a hard class and passing out on the couch.
i miss teaching the little ones.
i miss choreographing.
i miss corrections.
i miss doing splits on the bar.
i miss buying new shoes.
i miss cut off shirts.
i miss pointe, and all the pain that comes with it.
i miss putting my hair into a bun.
i miss convertible tights.
i miss ace bandages.
i miss living and breathing dance.
i miss talking about nothing but dance.
i miss my dance friends.
i miss dance jokes.
i miss revelations.
i miss waltz turns.
i miss dance camp.
i miss icyhot.
i miss my knee problems.
i miss being known as "the dancer" in school.
i miss french terminology.
i miss that feeling you get right before you go onstage.
i miss that split second before it's your turn to go across the floor.
i miss floor bar.
i miss ballet arms.
i miss classical music.
i miss développés.
i miss not being able to wash off all the stage makeup.
i miss all day rehearsals.
i miss leotards.
i miss tour jetés.
i miss calling tour jetés "torrey-tays".
i miss clapping for people who fall on their butts.
i miss marley floors.
i miss duct-taping and jet-gluing shoes.
i miss taping my toes.
i miss legwarmers.
i miss mismatched clothing.
i miss the vegetable game.
i miss running warmup.
i miss warmups in general.
i miss curtain calls.


i miss being able to have had a horrible day where nothing went right, and just dancing my heart out. and it making my whole day better.