Why Practice Did Not Make My Pirouettes Perfect

I chose my first profession at age 4 like most girls. I would be a ballerina. I loved ballet. I lived to dance in any shape or form. By the time I was in high school I was dancing 3-5 times a week for several hours. I was a natural jumper. I had ballon in my leaps, aka I could get some serious air. Oh, but turns… I practiced for hours and hours. In front of the mirror, eyes open, eyes closed, barefoot, in shoes, and so on I tried. I improved with time. I could somewhat consistently do double pirouettes by college, but no one would call me a natural turner. I always assumed I was not good at them and could never be.

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