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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It’s the final countdown.

We have two weekends of rehearsals left before “Selena Week” when we rehearse at the theater. It’s exciting to see Act I come together like it has, and I’m anxious to get to see Act II. I wanted to sneak in to a rehearsal, but they happen while I’m teaching on Saturdays so I haven’t…

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Giselle rehearsals.

We’re in the last month of rehearsals before Giselle in April here at my home studio. I knew it would be different not being as involved as usual, but I don’t know that you can really prepare yourself for all the emotions that come with it. Some days I just want to dance. The fact…

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What a week.

This has been a really difficult week, to say the least. Those little things that cut you down and get under your skin seemed to come from every direction and pile up all at once. To say I’m grateful for ballet and what it has given me in this life would be an understatement. I…

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Celebrate your victories.

Like much of the world, I’ve been watching the Olympics when I can. Not as much as I’d like to since I don’t have the channels, but I’ve conveniently been dog-sitting at the opening and closing, so I’ve been able to catch a few of my favorite events. I don’t remember watching all of figure…

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Blogging awards.

Over the past month and a half, I have been nominated for a blogging award by two different, extremely kind fellow-blogger friends. I rarely have time to get on my laptop, so it’s taken me a bit to actually get around to “accepting” this aware (Read: posting this blog) but I ask you please forgive…

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Dreams.

I used to dream of one day dancing ballet. Of working hard and earning pointe shoes and dancing on stage in beautiful costumes. Then I decided to start classes and work towards that dream. Slowly, I started progressing. Slowly, I started taking more classes. Two years in, I earned pointe shoes and started the work…

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