Ballet and Baseball
Ok, so I can't promise this will be my last blog that has the word 'dance' in it, but I'll try to talk about something else in the future. haha :) But, for now, here goes. Let me get a couple of things just out in the open...1) I am not a ballerina and I will probably never bandage my toes up to do pointe or be in good enough shape or have the time or dedication to be much more of a dancer than entertaining my living room or teaching the girls at church dances to praise music (Oh, and...I am terrified of being on stage! ..Just learned that). Meanwhile, my best friend/boyfriend, Jody, has for as long as I can remember, been a baseball fanatic. In my book, he was the best. He could run fast, throw hard, and boy was he dedicated! He ran the extra miles and put in the extra hours. Still though, most of his baseball days are over and pretty much church softball is the extent of his use of a bat and glove. So, why are our hearts still so connected to these things when, in reality, they may seem so small and insignificant? I pretty much have no idea. But, 'pretty much' always leaves room for a few ideas ;) After I let myself truly come to the realization that my life with dance wasn't over with, I became obsessed with pink tutus (go ahead and laugh), pink dresses, anything girly and frilly (even gorgeous wedding dresses) and I couldn't stop staring at my ballet shoes, I finally understood that there had to be something that kept drawing me back to this whole world of frills and gracefulness. Then, I couldn't help but think about Jody. haha...random. Anyway, he has never 'given up' baseball like I gave up dance. But it sort of 'let him down' in a way...But, that's a long story lol. I always loved watching him though. He came alive on that field. In a situation where I would have been terrified, he loved the adrenaline rush, the opportunity to do something great, the physical push to his limits, and the more pressure in a situation, the more he loved it. It still baffles me! The man is crazy. But I love it! I need that in my life! My point is, there are things in us that make us come alive...even if it is now only in small circumstances or if it impacts the world. I may never take ballet lessons in New York...or, I may never actually even look like I can dance..(btw, I'm not even all that flexible..and my balance..well, it's lacking too!) But, the something inside me that loves to dance...the longing to express things in ways that words can't, the beautiful ballet shoes that for some reason inspire me to just be happy, and the innocence of the youngest little dancers..can still be carried out into the world. They may never see me dance (or maybe they will) :), and they may never see Jody throw a baseball, but the same feelings and emotions that make us come alive in the things we love can still shine in the rest of our lives if we'll let them. So, what is it that makes you come alive? What is it that gives you the feeling that everything is going to be alright? What gift has God specifically given to you? "To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift." -Steve Prefontain. We all have 'gifts' that the world desparately needs. Whatever yours is, take that inspiration and use it to make the world happier :)
girl, never give up! God gave you that passion for dance--take hold of it! even if it isn't professional dancing, you can use dance to worship him anywhere--in your room, at church, in studio.
ReplyDeleteAnyways, i love your blog and i can't wait to read more! love you!