Month: August 2017

Harvey update. 

My dad and I got back to the house on Saturday to try and get generators hooked up before the freezers defrosted. We thought we knew what to expect, but I really don’t think there’s any way to prepare you for anything like this.  We couldn’t get in through the back door of my parents…

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Hello Hurricane 

I’m currently in a loaded down truck with two dogs and my Dad heading out of town. Hurricane Harvey is going to make a direct hit on our little town, just north of the city where my studio is. We originally were going to ride it out but things got worse and we had time…

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Dance Teacher meeting. 

It’s amazing how quickly things can progress.  I mean, I know they could happen instantaneously and that really I’m pretty fortunate in how much I still have, but it’s all blowing my mind. I mean, this time last year I had come off a summer of dancing twice a week and was gearing up for…

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Comparison. 

We’ve all heard people say not to compare yourself to someone else.  For me, it’s become one of the most annoyingly stereotypical comments, especially having recovered from an eating disorder and also now being in ballet.  I’ve heard it over and over and over and over again. It’s successfully been drilled into my head.  So why…

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If they, so I.

As I visited my sister, brother-in-law, and their new born son in the hospital yesterday, I was in tears. I had just left the chiropractor, which I go to every other week at this point, having been in the worst back pain I’ve had since it really began three years ago. I told him this.…

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