Ballet, Bagels, oBama
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I started back to ballet. I'm taking classes at CB again. It's amazing how quickly my body went back to the old habits (good and bad) and how everything just fell into place. Granted my extension is pretty much shit compared to what it used to be, but overall it's back to same old. I missed ballet and dancing more than I thought and I feel fortunate to have it back in my life, even if just once a week for 200+ dollars... I taught company class at RC this past week too. Enjoyed that as well. I think I actually am capable of teaching ballet, as long as it's to people old enough to understand what the hell I'm talking about. Six year olds just don't follow "point your foot, straighten your leg, stand up straight, hand on your hip" - it's a serious stuggle, not to mention standing on one knee. It's interesting to me, too, how much more fulfilled ballet makes me feel. I was hitting a serious rut. I felt like there were all these things I wanted to do, and felt like shit for not doing them. Once I got back to ballet, though, I realized I had just been searching for something to replace the dancing that I missed. Of course, I still want to try new things. But dancing's my thing...no doubt about it. And, so far, I feel good about myself too - body image wise I mean. Sure, I could stand to see myself more toned than I am now. But I am what I am and for the first time, I can deal with that. If it happens, it happens, but I'm not going to force it anymore. It feels good to finally feel that way.
Of course, with Saturday morning ballet comes Saturday morning bagels. Hell, even when I wasn't taking ballet, I would still meet the ballerinas for bagels at the bagel shop! Unfortunately, the bagel shop we've been going to for years - I would say since I was at least 12ish (over ten years) - is closing this week! The building they're in is basically kicking them out. So we go after class for one last time this past Saturday...and they're out of f'ing bagels!! Sad. sad... Anne Marie, my bff, and I are going to go one last time before work on their last day of business. I know I'm going to cry. You can't possibly understand unless you're a ballerina or attached to this place in any way... I won't bother with a lengthy explanation. For now. ::tear::
And lastly, OBAMA OBAMA OBAMA! I was never unpatriotic. Even though, obviously, my stance on Bush, the war, and everything else apparently proved otherwise. However, I wasn't feeling my country - if that makes any sense. For the first time in my life, though, I feel so satisfied to be an American. I know this man is not going to be a perfect leader. But I believe in him. And I believe in our potential as a country and as a people. And I finally believe that this country might be able to do some good...for others...not just the one's at the top. And, as one of my students put it, "No offense, but 'my president is black!'" It's been a long time comin' but the times they are a'changin.
Chillin' on Sunday. Getting ready for another week. I continue to be strangely content. Maybe I was just strangely depressed and stressed in the past. Either way. Here's to contentment!