Blisters on my feet . . . it’s been years since I’ve had blisters on my feet. Following retirement from dance my calluses have gradually softened . . . way softened. But I’ve decided to dance again – not for performance but personal sake. Gallant musician friends have whipped me into shape. Sure, my technique isn’t as sharp and my body is not nearly as flexible—but I’m not a complete loss. What I’ve learned is that “the dancer” never really leaves a dancer. It’s a passion and I’ve missed nurturing it. It simply is something that brings joy. And I’ve always delighted in the process of choreography, even—and sometimes especially—improvised. My feet are getting ugly again and that brings a certain satisfaction.
For a gal in her 40’s starting over, this round of blister pain is bliss. Better than the first time.