Long, long ago, before I had kids, I was obsessed with dancing. I was so obsessed that I was known to sleep in my car in between classes. I was not about to let my working 12 hour night shifts deprive me from something I’d been deprived of through my childhood. This may have had something to do with why my weight dropped to 104 pounds. Yes indeed…I was obsessed. In the middle of the night, I could be seen practicing my pirouettes and leaps in the long bridge way between the children’s and the main hospital.
I was particularly taken with Ballet. The loved the way it demanded perfect form in everything from posture to the extension of your leg or your fingers. I worked toward perfection and waited as the instructor passed for the correction or the validation that I’d achieved my goal.