Memories

Just a few things I want to remember.

  • Seeing Ms. Munro watching and smiling from the wings as we danced Crows.
  • Elizabeth joking about getting caught on stage at the start of Act 2 and hiding behind Abby’s throne and popping out when we turned Abby around or being Abby’s arms from behind, etc.
  • Actually almost getting caught on stage at second act.
  • Jessica laughing at me when they started the wrong music (our music) and I instantly snapped into place in Winkie mode.
  • The uncontrolable laughter before the curtain rose because of Act 2’s pre-shenanigans.
  • Seeing Abby’s intense face while she was in character
  • As well as hearing the kids gasping from the front row.
  • Mariela coming to see us.
  • The Crows’ genuine love and support for me
  • And how they cheered and made a fuss every time I entered the room.
  • My munchkins never wanting to leave my side.
  • Butter. (the dog. Our toto)
  • Andie in a bonnet
  • Everyone calling me Mom. I love that so much. I love these girls.
  • Mrs. Jane beaming as she watched Elizabeth side-stage. “I want to be Elizabeth when I grow up.” “Me too.”
  • Seeing Elizabeth watch the other dancers side stage in her beautiful costume THAT SHE MADE WHAT THE HECK
  • Sweeeet Caroliiiiine BUH DUH DUUUUH
  • and the rest of the songs that caught on in the dressing rooms
  • having the dressing rooms next to each other and being able to spend time with everyone
  • Anytime someone said, “It’s too hot” a choir of “hot damn” being the reply.
  • The epic death of the Wicked Witch that was impromptu.
  • All of us coughing from the fog machine
  • Getting to give flowers to Abby at the end of the Beeville show (and to Elizabeth at the end of the other shows.)
  • The other Winkie’s specifically letting me give them to these two because they knew we were friends. Such kind girls.
  • Conversations with Lillian.
  • Dairy Queen.
  • Abby’s facebook messages

Yesterday was a fairy tale.

Hindsight.

I found myself in the spiraling vortex that is going through old blog posts.

It’s funny to look back on the beginning and remember how I felt when all of it happened, but also to have the insight of now. The reality. The full picture I couldn’t see while going through it.

I take these things into consideration with life now as I experience it. That I may feel a certain way towards people or things now–while they’re new–that may just be a bit of caught-in-the-moment.

But what if it’s not?
What if this time it isn’t too good to be true?
And good things came out of those moments; great things, wonderful things.
But I think part of it was fueled by hope that maybe one day I would feel the reality of those things I got glimpses of. Or maybe I thought that was the best things could get, never knowing how much more would be in store for me–how much more was possible.

I wrote things I felt then that I’ve never really felt until now. How is that possible if I said I felt them then?
I had no idea the entire extent of what could be.

Does any of this make sense? How does this even apply to dancing?
Well. I’m learning it through my life in dance.

This may not be the most interesting blog post throughout my story, but I just felt it needed to be said.

What if there’s better than the best you have now but you simply don’t know about it yet?
Don’t be afraid of what’s to come–of change or different or new.
It could be the very thing that leads you further into your dream than you ever even dreamed possible.