There is no 'think', there is only 'do'.

Ok, so, ballet class is over, we’ve done the reverénce and everything, and Smirnoff is like, ‘good work today, next week we need to focus on turns because [the Adult Beginner and a couple other girls he names off] are not strong on turns.’
And then he says to me, “Do one! We have a minute, go to the barre and do a pirouette en dedans.”
So I go over and do one,
Manage not to fall over,
Pretty good pirouette, actually. I am pumped!
Then he says, “ok, now do one on the other side,”
And I’m like, Yes! I am on Fire!
Step to the left and prepare and he says,
“No! You see? You didn’t do the turn. You didn’t turn from the right to the left, you just clomped around. It cannot be! But this is good, this shows me what we need to work on for you and for the others.”
And, omg Gentle Reader, in my head I was like, ‘Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! This doesn’t count! Class was over! I thought you wanted to see the pirouette! I didn’t know you meant the little assemblé turn! I know that turn! I Know That Turn!!!!’
But I didn’t say that.
Because the response, even in my own head, is Well, if you knew the turn, why didn’t you do it?
I mean, even though I’m embarrassed and I don’t want to disappoint him -I mean, the poor bastard knew Stravinsky and now he’s stuck with me- even though all of that, I can see that this is part of the lesson too, and the existentialist in me approves:
In ballet class, I am what I do.
Thoughts are meaningless! Actions are all that matter! Where is my black beret?!
And then he says, “good balance on that pirouette. But you went the wrong way”
And then later, driving home, I’m like, “Oh snap, he said ‘clomped’.”

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