Move like a dancer.

Last week, I saw the movie Billy Elliot for the first time - yes I know, it's a movie you're supposed to have seen a long time ago, oh well.


When it comes to grace I feel like Billy in the beginning of the film - like a sturdy boxer amongst dancers. Dang it.

Seeing all the children dancing ballet made me wonder. Why have I never even thought about dancing ballet? I mean, as a child, why weren't I one of those standing there in white tutu's, dancing with straight legs and performing cou-de-pied's and pas de bourrée's?

I was always the boyish girl, playing in dirt and making mud pies, catching bugs and all else that could crawl. I was the one to wear boy skates and always catch bruises - coming home with torn pants. Of course I wasn't one to dance ballet, I wasn't a sissy. That's what I thought of ballet - and all other dancing for that matter. Now, I kind of regret. I believe everyone has something to learn from structured dance lessons, as we learn how to move our bodies, making our movements more gracious and harmonic. I always feel crappy seeing a dancer walk by, because you can see that in every movement he or she makes, through every thoughtless move of a limb, they are in perfect control.



I've decided that I will try to persuade my children (If I'll ever become a mother) that they should at least try dancing, because liking it, and mastering it - in my eyes - is a blessing.

Song Of The Day: Dance Dance Dance by Lykke Li.

What do you think?
Do you dance?
Have you seen Billy Elliot?


Woop Woop.