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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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There will be blood.

Had my first “blood draw” at the new studio.
okay, okay, so there wasn’t really blood…
but there was loss of skin, so that’s something.

Now this is gross and kind of pointless, but it really made me happy.

My feet are starting to look like dancer feet.
They’re forming callouses and rough spots and toe nails are starting to split.
I’m starting to get dancer’s feet.
The normally dreaded thing is more like a right of passage to me,
A red badge of courage, so to speak.
It means I’m getting somewhere, means I’m growing.
That I’m not just getting blisters because I have the wrong shoes, but because I’m working hard and improving.
(okay, so it was because my toepad slipped, which rubbed my foot wrong, but whatever.)

Nutcracker auditions are tomorrow.
I’m excited and hopeful that maybe I’ll be good enough to get a part fitting to my age group.
If not, it’s okay.
I tried and that’s what matters. I can do nothing but improve from here.
(technically, I could stay stagnant, but really. What would be the point?)

Thursday classes leave me feeling invigorated.
Mrs. Munro complimented me, and helped me reach a higher back attitude and arabesque than I thought was possible. She pointed out that the reason I’m not going higher–because I should be, and I’m able to–is all because I just need to let myself lean forward a little.

I’m excited to see where this year takes me.

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