Dance Therapy: Spin Control

I'm hoping my classmates will share my initial level of incompetence, but several perform pas de bourrees and glissades across the floor with ease, while I tip over like a poorly spun top every time I attempt a simple pirouette. Not exactly the best remedy for a work-induced foul mood, though the hour-and-a-half workout supplies a mild exercise high.

I've got a long way to go, but I no longer fear mistakes and the resulting humiliation—striking up friendships with a couple of other absolute beginners has strengthened my sense that we're all in the same (show) boat.

When I finally master a step sequence, the feeling of accomplishment is unsurpassed—like completing a difficult math proof and writing "Q.E.D." with a flourish. Ballet's no miracle drug, but for $15 a week, I'll take it.