like a fox....
Although I know LJ is soooo 1998, I continue updating on occassion. I just can't really bring myself to start a *blog* about personal stuff (I have a blog, which I haven't shared with anyone, but it is only a collection of professional ramblings about dance and art). Ah well. Sometimes I just need to write, and LJ and I have a history.
After all the snow and ice (school was closed five days out of ten!), the weather improved dramatically. Yesterday I spent ALL DAY in the backyard with the kids. I opened the door and the windows to the backyard and let light and air flood our house. Zoe and Joby were adorable! Joby is walking now, so I had fun watching him toddle around between the sandbox and the grass. Zoe was so sweet. Joby is saying words now, too... it was just one of those afternoons where I was so happy to be home with the kids.
Josh and Tim carpooled to the teacher inservice, and came here for lunch afterwards. We had tacos and then we all went outside with the kids. Last night we went to Tom and Terie's with the kids and Zoe was so exhausted she fell asleep in my arms on their couch. Sweet, sweet girl.
Somehow I made it to jazz class last night. A friend from work was there. The atmosphere was great... I really like the teacher. I hadn't been to that class since early fall last year, when I was so intimidated by the number of professionals in there and the pace of the class that I didn't go back. Last night was super fun, I kept up with everyone and actually looked like a professional myself. AND when I thanked Darrel for the class as I was leaving, he said he remembered me from the fall, and told me that he hoped I will come back next week!
It was an incredible work out. I am sooo sore today.
I've been painting, seriously painting, for the first time in my life. I finished a watercolor and an acrylic this week, and began working on a watercolor portrait of Joby.
My department chair at work has been in touch with me, and it looks like Bishop Dunne is going to pay for me to take a Zumba certification class this summer!
We've got a lot going on, but I am at a point in my life where I don't want to be lazy. I think I hit a slump after graduation, and then with the two babies my life was just kind of chaotic for a while. We've settled in the house we plan to stay in until we buy a home of our own, the kids are older, I am NOT pregnant (ha!), and I feel like I need to stop being a ninny about what I want to do with my life.
I guess I had always shied away from wanting to be an "artist" because I'd been told that it isn't a real job; because artists have terrible reputations of moodiness and laziness and egocentricity; and because I knew how damn competitive the arts are if you actually want to make a living at it.
Well, I do have a bit of an artistic temperament, but I am trying to balance that out with Christianity and a good work ethic. Really, honestly, this is what I love. This is what I want. I don't know if I will ever be a famous dancer, or painter, or writer... but dammit, that is no reason not to try. I'm trying to get into an art show this spring. I am already teaching art and dance, so at least I am bringing in some money. People have sacrificed so much to do what they love: working 9 or 10 hours a day at shitty jobs and then writing or dancing or painting well into the night. I have no excuse for laziness.
After all the snow and ice (school was closed five days out of ten!), the weather improved dramatically. Yesterday I spent ALL DAY in the backyard with the kids. I opened the door and the windows to the backyard and let light and air flood our house. Zoe and Joby were adorable! Joby is walking now, so I had fun watching him toddle around between the sandbox and the grass. Zoe was so sweet. Joby is saying words now, too... it was just one of those afternoons where I was so happy to be home with the kids.
Josh and Tim carpooled to the teacher inservice, and came here for lunch afterwards. We had tacos and then we all went outside with the kids. Last night we went to Tom and Terie's with the kids and Zoe was so exhausted she fell asleep in my arms on their couch. Sweet, sweet girl.
Somehow I made it to jazz class last night. A friend from work was there. The atmosphere was great... I really like the teacher. I hadn't been to that class since early fall last year, when I was so intimidated by the number of professionals in there and the pace of the class that I didn't go back. Last night was super fun, I kept up with everyone and actually looked like a professional myself. AND when I thanked Darrel for the class as I was leaving, he said he remembered me from the fall, and told me that he hoped I will come back next week!
It was an incredible work out. I am sooo sore today.
I've been painting, seriously painting, for the first time in my life. I finished a watercolor and an acrylic this week, and began working on a watercolor portrait of Joby.
My department chair at work has been in touch with me, and it looks like Bishop Dunne is going to pay for me to take a Zumba certification class this summer!
We've got a lot going on, but I am at a point in my life where I don't want to be lazy. I think I hit a slump after graduation, and then with the two babies my life was just kind of chaotic for a while. We've settled in the house we plan to stay in until we buy a home of our own, the kids are older, I am NOT pregnant (ha!), and I feel like I need to stop being a ninny about what I want to do with my life.
I guess I had always shied away from wanting to be an "artist" because I'd been told that it isn't a real job; because artists have terrible reputations of moodiness and laziness and egocentricity; and because I knew how damn competitive the arts are if you actually want to make a living at it.
Well, I do have a bit of an artistic temperament, but I am trying to balance that out with Christianity and a good work ethic. Really, honestly, this is what I love. This is what I want. I don't know if I will ever be a famous dancer, or painter, or writer... but dammit, that is no reason not to try. I'm trying to get into an art show this spring. I am already teaching art and dance, so at least I am bringing in some money. People have sacrificed so much to do what they love: working 9 or 10 hours a day at shitty jobs and then writing or dancing or painting well into the night. I have no excuse for laziness.