I’m floating on air

I sent an email to my dance instructor this morning to tell her I had to work late again tonight. This will be the third class in a row I’ve had to miss for one reason or another. Sadly, it’s also my last class for the term and I won’t be taking another class until July.

My instructor emailed me back the following:

Rats! I miss you in class. You really have improved so much and work so hard. I am glad that you are feeling so much better! We will see you in July. Don’t work too hard.

I couldn’t have asked for a better compliment. And to think, a few months ago, I had a meltdown because I felt like I wasn’t getting anywhere in class and was wasting everyone’s time.