My old ballet teacher asked me to perform again in her schools spring recital. This was supposed to be Prelude from the ballet Les Syplhides:
I'm trying to get over my ick fat old cow can't do anything-feelings after wathing the video. (No I'm not saying this to fish for compliments, so please I'm just venting about how hard perfectionism is.) I wish I could clean up the hands even to what they were back in school. I miss dancing, but now teaching simply takes up my time.