Just sharing a small, strange chapter of life (now that I can’t do tendus)
I had to "retire" from my corporate job earlier than I expected. To put it nicely: “early retirement.” To put it less nicely: I got laid off.
After that, I suddenly had a lot more free time than I knew what to do with. So I started taking a lot of ballet classes and watching an unhealthy amount of YouTube. One day while drying my hair I literally thought, “well… why not.” And for some reason my brain fully committed to the idea. So now, at 48, I accidentally became the kind of person who stays up until 3am fixing UI bugs.
I posted the early version of my ballet logging app here a while ago. The post got removed by the mods after 3 days, but during those 3 days I received so many thoughtful comments, suggestions, encouragement, and surprisingly kind reviews. I still think about them a lot.
Ironically, shortly after building a ballet logging app, I injured my TFL, came back too early like an idiot, injured it again, and now I haven’t been able to dance for almost two months. So I built a ballet tracking app and currently have no ballet to track. Honestly, that part feels very on brand for middle age.
Anyway, being injured has been harder mentally than I expected, and scrolling this community too much has apparently led me to writing this post.
I really hope I recover soon so I can dance again. And secretly, I hope the app finds its people someday. At this point, the care and effort I poured into it honestly feel more valuable to me than anything else.
I’m not trying to make some grand inspirational point. I just wanted to share this small strange chapter of life.
Thanks for reading 🩰
I also made a mango cake while I was recovering