Growing up, there were three different vocations, if you will, that I secretly lusted after.
1st: A ballerina, all pink and fluffy, pirouetting across the mirrored studio to my hearts content.
2nd: A gymnast, somersaulting across the uneven bars, in the air and landing to the judges perfect score of full 10/10.
3rd: An airhostess, travelling the world in a glamorous jet, looking amazing, not a hair out of place. Eventually I tired of that dream, threw off the fabulous silk scarf and pillar-box hat...opting instead for an upgrade in airborne fantasies - I wanted to be a fighter pilot. Or maybe you just wanted a fighter pilot dearie? I recall one particular darling man in uniform...the old lady reminences.
Last night I got to relive one of my childhood dreams at the ballet when I went along with two of my dear friends to see a sublime performance of Swan Lake at the London Coliseum, an amazing venue that is home to the English National Opera.
As I watched, mesmerised, breathing in each of the four acts of this ballet, I wondered, how long it must take to master this art - these delightful dance steps. One of my dear friends was a trained ballet dancer herself and she tells me that after training for an incredible seventeen years, she would not be able to dance as the lead prima ballerina did last night.
That's alot of blood, sweat and tears right? And I thought to myself - well if you love something so much, you just do it right? Like writing, it takes practice, hours, days, months, years... I wonder how people persevere at mastering this craft despite the many daily challenges thrown at them. Want to know what's top of my vocation list now? Writing - all I want to do now is write. How about you?
A/N: Photo credit: Fotosearch photography group.
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