I use to dance. It was my life. It was all I knew.
I loved ballet class.
Sweating, working hard, the feeling of accomplishment.
In class I didn’t have to think of anything else.
I was told what to do and I did it.
Bun Head mentality.
Don’t think, just do.
Pointe your toes, do the laundry, pay the bills, port de bras back,
feed the kids, grande jeté, smile.
So comfortable. So confining.
It does what needs to be done.
And does it well.
I’m exhausted with the monotony of putting one foot in front of the other
Without a thought of how my feet actually feel.
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