Some days you wake up feeling rough, but excited about teaching summer classes.
Some days you lay in bed crying your eyes out because “I f*cking hate being sick.”
Some days those days are the same day.
Today started the summer classes at the studio. I have officially dialed it down to only teaching saturdays, which makes my heart super sad but is also something I know I need to do. Still, I’m grateful. Saturdays were quite enjoyable this last year and tend to be a bit more of a relaxed atmosphere at the studio.
My classes were only registered with 6 in each class, but I ended up with a few more than that who registered this morning, so that was exciting. My 6-8 year old class only has 2 kids I’ve had before–everyone else is new, which is super exciting. My 3-5 had all kids I had taught before except one, who was my friends daughter. She was the youngest of the ones there but, holy moly, she’s a natural. A few of the kids on my roll that didn’t show were ones I don’t know, hopefully they show up next week!
In my 6-8, I got to teach my first boys! I was so excited. They’re brothers and they seemed to have a blast with it. Since only two of the kids had danced before, I kept it pretty simple. We only have four weeks (so, four classes) with them but I’m hopeful we can still learn and do a lot in this short amount of time. It’s easier, too, in such a smaller class to get to teach them what they need to know, compared to having 16 in the fall classes this past year.
In my 3-5 year old class, it was a mix of all my classes. I don’t think any of my previous students had been in class together, so it was like having a representative from each class I taught, which was fun. They all did really well and focused well and we got to do a lot with them. The one new student, my friends daughter, kept up really well with the rest of the kids and has already stolen my heart. So there’s that.
I’m excited to be excited about teaching this summer. I wasn’t sure how it would feel to only have one day. I’m still getting used to the things I have to do for the betterment of my health or whatever, and I must admit it’s frustrating.
I’m still used to having a mindset of being able to be all in on this. I’m still kicking myself for being sick. I’m still angry at all the things I’m missing out on because of something completely out of my control and working on not blaming myself. I’m also working on finding where my limits are and sticking to them. There isn’t much known about ME/CFS and there isn’t much research being done on it since funding is limited since doctors struggle to believe it (which is half the issue, but I’ll put my soapbox away) so it’s not a definite “I’ll never get better” but it’s not likely I will. It’s been hard to tell so far if I’m getting worse or just learning more, but I do think there’s a decline now that I’ve been able to strip away responsibilities and try and define some of the lines.
Guys. It sucks.
It’s like having to sit out from being injured, but the injury never heals. So you keep hoping you’ll somehow get better and be able to go back, but you honestly don’t know if you will. There’s the pain of having to compromise so much on something you love so deeply, but being too stubborn to completely give it up.
I don’t know if I should still be teaching at all, but I figure one very strategic day a week should be manageable as long as I keep up on everything else as well and don’t overdo it. May threw me off with having to work more at the office (where I am super part time doing really simple work) and the length of it really took its toll. I’m hoping I can come back from it and that I didn’t make myself worse pushing through the whole month, or maybe it’s this ridiculous Texas heat making me feel worse, I don’t know. But it’s hard. I’ve made so many wonderful memories and met so many incredible people through this art form. I’ve learned so much about myself. And I’m so afraid if I have to give it up completely that I’ll be forgotten. That the busyness of what it takes to be involved will push me from the minds of these people I love and regard as family simply because I’m not there, so it’s not easy to keep up with. And not that some wouldn’t try, but being that I am indeed sick, and I live in the country, away from people, it makes it harder. And then I blame myself since keeping up with my ballet Instagram is more difficult while trying to sort through all these emotions, so I’m missing out on my friends achievements and accomplishments. So maybe I’m just bringing it all on myself. Maybe this is all on me.
I’m really struggling lately with all this. They say being sick with a chronic illness is like continuously having to start the grieving process over again. I’ve tried to fill the hole of ballet with other interests, and I’m grateful for what that has brought me, but I just don’t want this part of my life to end, ya know?
Stay tuned for further summer stories. This seems like a really good group and I’m super grateful for them already.
Love you guys.
3 thoughts on “Summer classes have begun”
I think you have to celebrate small wins, honey. I’m doing better at the moment for the first time in four years allergy wise but I managed to break my knee in February and then developed deep vein thrombosis so it’s swings and roundabouts. I don’t think I will ever be able to go back to ballet again but today I made it to church for the first time in four months. As it’s Pentecost it was a fantastic service and I am counting my blessings at the moment. I know I will probably have have bad times again – the pollen levels will go mad or I get something even as simple as a cold and my allergies will go haywire again. We need to live in the moment. Love and hugs. xx
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That’s what I usually try to do, but some days it’s all too overwhelming and no amount of optimism can help. I’m actually having to learn how to let myself feel things instead of avoiding them under the guise of optimism as that makes my health worse, but I’m finding as I let myself feel them why I always avoided them. It’s a weird balance I’m seeking out. I just haven’t gotten there yet.
It’s okay to have days when you can’t cope. I think everyone- especially if they have a chronic illness- needs to learn to forgive themselves if they cannot manage on a particular day, to say that you need to rest or cut social obligations. We need to balance our wish to cope the way we used to with the way things are now. No one wants to and I used to push myself too hard and then crash for a few days. It just isn’t worth it. You will get there, I promise.
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