Nice things.

This week has been a particularly rough one health-wise. Nothing extreme, but I over did it early in the week and have been dragging since Monday morning. I’m still getting used to the fact that being chronically fatigued is my reality and figuring out where my boundaries lie, but even in that every day is…

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Begin. (Again.)

Monday began the classes for our studio’s summer session. I taught my first class of three to five year olds. There were thirteen of them. I was alone. It could have been so much worse, honestly, but I did have quite a few “talkers” in the class, so it was a bit like herding cats.…

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Yeah, but.

The studio has been on a break since recital. We’ll reopen next week when I’ll be teaching 8 classes a week ranging in age from 3-8 years old. To say I am excited is a major understatement. I love these kids, and I’m looking forward to being around them all again. In these weeks, I have…

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Recital 2018

I taught four ballet classes this year. I taught ages spanning from 3-9, and it was my first year teaching over the age of 6. This brings in a bit of depth in their training you don’t necessarily see with the younger ones. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but now that the year…

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I’m still here.

“I miss the joy of dancing.” Reading those words on a notecard attached to pointe shoes was the moment the documentary “Unrest” had me crying. Weeping. Even now, I’m held up in bed, not allowing myself to do anything today besides recital this evening because I have done too much this week and next week…

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Changes.

I’ve been sitting on this post for a while, knowing it was one I would have to write but having no clue how I would actually do it. It feels like such a big and heavy thing, but also nonchalant. Do I really need to write about it? Does this really matter in the grand scheme…

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Giselle.

As I sit on my bed, Giselle now behind me and the post-show-blues clearly evident, I figured now is as good a time as any to post a show recap. Buckle in, kids, this one is going to be all over the place. This was my first spring show not being able to dance in…

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Beautiful Grief.

Grief is a powerful, confusing, painful emotion to have to endure. Unrelenting, it shows up uninvited at the most inopportune times possible, leaving the bearer to have to figure out how to navigate around it. It doesn’t care if it’s show week, you’re out of understudies, surrounded by scores of well-intending people. It will hit…

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Together.

It was recently the birthday of a friend of mine I met when I first began dancing. I text her birthday wishes after going through my TimeHop app and seeing all the many birthday greetings throughout the 7 years (woah) that I’ve known her. I told her I was glad she was born, she replied…

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One year.

One year. That’s how long it’s been since my feet have danced in pointe shoes. One year since the last performance of our spring show of 2017. Deep down, I was aware that it would be my last. That I would have to dial back and slow it down. I knew I wouldn’t be in…

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