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I just posted a super difficult blog post that I’ve been trying to write for a few months. I also thought about waiting until the summer to post it, but feel that now is the best time. The details are there, but essentially this is my last year teaching. I also won’t be active on this account anymore. It’ll remain live, as will my blog, but I won’t be checking in on it. This has been an extremely difficult decision to have to come to, but it’s one I can’t avoid anymore. If you’d like to keep up with me, please feel free to follow my personal account @emileeayers or my poetry account @forthestranger (or my “nerd” account if you’re into that, @thenerdjacket ) I love y’all so much and am super grateful for the friends I’ve made over the years through ballet. Super proud of y’all and everything you’re accomplishing every day. (Thanks to Mrs Gigi for this picture from nutcracker this year. It’s super special to me.)
I’ll have a proper post after the trip when I can blog. I’m the meantime, please enjoy this photo of @ballerinakay that I am properly obsessed with. ❤️
Two years ago today, I met @allie_on_pointe in person! In NINE DAYS we’re going to London together! I truly cherish the friends being in the dance world as an adult has given me. ❤️
Caught the train, heading back to hogwarts. See you witches (and wizards) there!
The dance season started up this week! My classes started today, and I wrote a blog post about it. Now I’m gonna go sleep. Link in bio
I was at a Harry Potter convention this weekend with my best friend and had an unexpected ballet encounter. I wrote about it if that’s your sort of thing. Link in the bio. 💛🖤

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Discipline.

I think nowadays, people don’t learn what discipline really is.
Most people, that is. Some do.

In class, I find myself challenged a lot. And there’s plenty of times I can make excuses.
“I can’t do this on the right side because of my knee”
“I feel nauseous, maybe I shouldn’t go to class”
“I’m not as good as them, so I’m just gonna keep it low key so they don’t see me struggle as I try.”
“Um. I can’t even say that. It looks like a complicated prance. Maybe I shouldn’t try it today.”

And I tell myself.
“SHUT UP AND DANCE.”

If all I do is make excuses, then I’m never going to get anywhere. I’m never going to reach my goal.
The least I can do is try.
If it hurts, then I know.
If I can’t do it now, I can’t do it.
If I’m not as good as them, at least I’m on my way.
If I don’t feel good, I can always leave when I’ve had enough.

I’m never going to get anywhere with excuses.

Same with life.
Mine has been all over the place and really inconsistent.

I can make all the excuses in the world.
“I can’t eat better until I have my own place.”
“I’m not gonna cook, I don’t like feeling watched.”
“I don’t have time”
“I have too much to do.”
“I can’t do this until *insert excuse here* happens.”
And then whine about all the weight I’ve gained and how nothing has changed.

If I want there to be progress in my life, I have to first start.
I have to do what I can. I have to meet fate halfway.
At least.
I have to do something.
Something is better than nothing.

So I’m stuck in a building I can’t leave for 12 straight hours.
I can’t go to the gym, I can’t go walking, but there are activities I can do here.
I don’t have to get fast food because it’s easy. I can get premade sandwiches and salads and stuff that’s fresh and fairly healthy. Better than grease.

Pointe is, I can stop making excuses and start making progress.

(see what I did there?)

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