Put on Those Dancin' Shoes!!

Once upon a time I Lachelle was a Dancer. 10+ classes a week, rehearsals, it was my life. My second home. It was my everything. Then about a year and a half ago I had had enough. I hit a wall. I was done and couldn't smile my way through classes, or get to a rehearsal without crying on the way there because of how much I didn't want to be there. I'd look at myself in the mirror and wonder what I was doing there, why was I still dancing with these girls who were a million times better than I would ever be...Where am I going with dancing anyway? I'm not creative enough to choreograph my own stuff, not confident enough I could teach. Ever. So why was I still there? So after I did a show in June 2010 I quit dancing. All together quit, and I didn't look back...Until now...
One of my dance teachers I had texted me last week asking if I would be apart of a little performing company called ProStreet, something I had been apart of before and did love. I said I would think about it, and said I would probably have to take a class just to see where I was at. Wait, did I really just consider going and taking a class after a year and a half? Needless to say, I started getting an anxiety attack right there. I wanted to dance again, I  have missed it so much and it's something that Kevin never was apart of, he never saw or experienced that side of my life. So with this anxiety and knowing I was going to take a dance class the next day I was so sick to my stomach. I came home from work and couldn't even talk to Kevin without crying, which I did end up doing. Anyway, I was so scared to go back, so scared to see how bad I might really be, scared to see what talent I had lost, scared of, well...everything.
But I went to the class that next night, with an open mind and a "It's just for fun" attitude. Of course, I'm NO where near where I was talent and flexibility and everything but it was fun. It was hard, and I felt a lot older than 21 for the next few days but it was fun. It felt...invigorating to dance again. So after class I spoke to my teacher and just said, "I want to do this, but if you don't think I can then please tell me, I don't want to be pushed in the corner or have people wonder why I'm there etc" Being the loving teacher and one of 2nd mom's just told me to go for it, that she was going to push me and I had nothing to lose.
There ya go. I'm back, in some way at least. It'll be an adventure, and thankfully I'm not having anxiety attacks about it again. But I am so excited to try and for Kevin to see what I did for 15 years, he probably  won't enjoy going to shows, but atleast he'll be able to tell our kids he saw me dance. Either he'll say he thought I was beautiful, or bambi on ice, or something to that effect.