On Being Graceful

When I first started dancing again in August, I honestly felt like a cross between an octopus and a slug. My coordination was more than a little awkward and I could barely lift my heels of the ground, never mind jump. It’s just about two months later and I feel like I’ve accomplished something.

I feel graceful again.

I feel like a dancer again.

And I’m not quite sure how this all fits into my series, but graceful has the word grace, right? Maybe it has something to do with seemingly defying gravity in the name of exquisite beauty.

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