There was this very good dancer in today’s (beginner) ballet class. She was wearing a crop top and lil dance shorts and she was obviously meant to be in level 2ish. She smiled while doing the steps! I probably looked like a distressed snowman while I did the steps…
Her relevé was great too.
So yeah, as the class went on I found myself getting more and more envious and kind of annoyed that she was in the beginner class. I thought she might be showing off.
But then I also found it helpful because I was able to copy her. It helped. I guess.
I absolutely hate feeling like that, it’s terribly tiring, so I complimented her on her dancing at the end of class and she was really humble and said thanks and POOF envy gone.
Maybe it was because my brain had confirmation that she was a kind/friendly person and those are my favourite type of people and it’s hard to be mad at them. If you’re talented and rude get outta town but if you’re talented and lovely I will probably instantly love you.
I have no other explanations.