Normally, I’d have had class this morning – being a monday – and I’d be writing a class recap of sorts. But today class was cancelled (luckily, Teacher was considerate and let us know ahead of time – I’d been hella pissed if I got up at the crack of dawn and drove in traffic for no-class), so instead I will ramble on about tangentially ballet related subjects.
First off, remember my post a few weeks ago about Sanrio cuteness and Ballerina Bear? Well, it just so happened that the movie theater that Boyfriend and I went to to see Manon last week is annexed to a mall and, like most malls I’ve visited in my life, they had a Sanrio store. It had been years, literally, since I’d been to either a mall or Sanrio store, so of course I had to visit. Purely for the sake of research, of course.
It was cuteness overload! Remember I mentioned that as a kid I loved novelty erasers? Check these out!
Novelty erasers in the shape of sushi! Managing to be both adorable and delicious looking!
I was so glad that I had purposely not brought much cash with me. These are adorable, but as a completely non-functional item that would just serve to clutter out apartment, it was not a wise purchase. By now I’m learning that part of maturity is recognizing the difference between needs and wants. Still, can’t wait to have a child to enjoy cutesy erasers with!
Showing more of the assortment of cute erasers.
Continuing to explore the Sanrio store I found a pink Hello Kitty tennis ball. It was more “hot pink” than “ballet pink”, or else it would have had “rub sore feet on me” written all over it. Unfortunately, for whatever reason (probably absentmindedness) I didn’t get a close-up picture, though I swear I thought I had.
You’re just gonna have to take my word for it that the pink tennis ball is (hidden) on the other side of what looks like pink volleyballs.
And no, no sign of Ballerina Bear merchandise anywhere. There were plenty of new characters that were unfamiliar to me, however, as well as some crossover characters. Apparently now Sanrio has a deal with Street Fighter.
Street Fighter, Sanrio Style
All in all, they had Hello Kitty everything, except for the two possible things that would have actually gotten me to open my wallet. Any guesses what those things would be?
A Hello Kitty leotard or Hello Kitty ballet slippers. Actually Hello Kitty tights would have been fine as well. I guess they didn’t have any of the three things that may have pried cash away from my hands.
Now that the lightehearted topic’s been rambled about…
Lately, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the whole Keeping Things in Perspective thing. Mostly as it applies to ballet and my (slow) progress.
As much as I hate to admit it – even to myself – sometimes I turn into the green-eyed monster when other’s learning curves increase more exponentially than mine. It really gets me down, especially because I know rationally that feeling that way accomplishes nothing. Absolutely nothing. The time spent throwing myself a pity party can be better spent practicing or working out to increase my strength.
Especially when I really keep it in perspective, and realize that I have already come so far.
Prior to me starting ballet, I had terrible posture. I’m not talking terrible for a dancer, I mean terrible period. As in, while standing, I always rested back on my hyperextended knees, locking them back, while simultaneously tucking my pelvis in and under, sticking out my stomach, curving my upper back forward, hunching my shoulders and hanging down my head. Pretty much every posture “Don’t” out there. It’s a wonder I hadn’t developed long-term health problems.
I don’t have before whole-body pics – can you blame me? – but I do have these crudely-drawn stick figures that sort of show what I’m talking about
And for the longest time – the first 27 or so years of my life – I had no idea that I was doing anything wrong. This was just the posture that I had adopted back when I was an obese child, and as I grew older I just assumed that was the shape of my body. I had no idea that any of this was malleable, just figured I’d been cursed with bad genes.
It wasn’t until after I lost my excess weight that I realized that I could make the effort to stand up straight; I could stop tucking in my pelvis excessively; I could stop hunching my shoulders. It took a lot of getting used to – muscle memory going back decades is harder to undo – but by the time I started ballet I had generic mediocre posture as opposed to horrible. If anything, by that point I had been doing the opposite of tucking in my pelvis and was mildly sway-backing, but the rest – the locked knees, the hunched shoulders, the head lifting – it was all good.
When I keep it in perspective – when I remember that I went from being a fully grown adult who was in terrible shape and had a 70-year-old’s posture to how I’m doing today, rather than from an agile athletic teenager to a still-agile 20 year old taking ballet – I feel so much better. Almost like I can accomplish anything!
Because if I had a time machine and I went back in time and showed 27 -year-old me pictures of me now, she probably wouldn’t believe it’s the same person. Or assume I’d made a deal with the devil. And I wouldn’t blame her.
So now I go from feeling disappointed with my progress to thinking “I’m pretty badass!”
And just like that the Monday Blues leave me.
Celebrating being in my 30’s and feeling better than I ever did in my teens or 20’s.