It seems that everyone has to go through at least one major breakup in their life- one where you’re severed from what you love more than anything else in the world (perhaps for all the wrong reasons) in order to help you learn and grow and move on to what is truly resonant with your ultimate happiness. After a lot of reflection on the topic, I feel like ballet was that breakup for me. I don’t have the romantic breakup experience that your typical nineteen-year-old has, but somehow this one major metaphorical parting of ways seems to have made me somewhat of an expert on the subject.