I have been crashing and burning for nearly 3 years. I chronically tie myself up in knots. I like to dance. I hope that by starting Eleanor in ballet at such a young age that she does not feel pushed into it. She had expressed interest but I don't want to be one of those moms who live vicariously through their children. I do enjoy my ballet class though. I don't know quite when, but somewhere in my childhood my mom labeled me a "gazellephant." I think it may have been when I tried ballet as a child, but I remember being very discouraged. I believed I couldn't dance. When I look back on my school years, I realize just how uptight I was. I'm still pretty uptight, but I'd like to think there has been some major improvement since then. Very tired. Off to do something else.