Hello cyber folk--
We are getting closer to the end. Tomorrow is the performance and I'm ready.
I've had so many incidents these past 2 weeks that could have potentially ruined this amazing experience. But I realize that I am the only one that can make this experience worthwhile for me. No matter how many times I've failed, no matter how many times i've felt discouraged, and no matter how many times i've danced intolerably, I came out of it and made the experience what it was. There were other people who were trying to make it bad, there were people getting frustrated, and people who brought their personal issues into the mix. I feel as if I finally get the concept that I make the moments into good ones or bad ones. The way my attitude reacts to a situation or moment is the way I will perceive that moments forever. And personally, I don't really like bad moments.
With my foot acting up again, I feel like a well deserved break is needed. Professional dancers don't even dance as much as we do unless they are machines. I'm coming to the point where exhaustion is overtaking my brain. I can function, but in a few days I will be laying in my bed watching movies and pigging out.
I don't have many profound words to say today. I feel that my body is more profound than ever. I've gained technique and i've learned ways to choreograph. But the more time I spend figuring out my own body as one blank canvas, the more I learn about myself. And that in itself is profound. When you watch dancers, you can tell the dancers who are wise and those who are still young. You watch Dawn and you know that she's a wise dancer. You look at Nick and you see wisdom. You see Aaron and you just don't expect those moves to come out of that tiny little body. But you see me and it looks like I have so much more to learn-- and i'm okay with that.
I look foward to being 35 and dancing. It'll be completely different dance than I'm dancing now, but the only difference will be wisdom.
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About Me
- I am Christina.
- The day my mother gave me wings was the day I started learning how to fly. I'm now realizing that it takes a lifetime to learn how to soar. This is my journey. Well, a part of it.
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It has been an interesting experience for myself, too. Technology has come a long way to help us define the distance into a small blog where thoughts are conveyed to help me understand what these moments have taught you. Your generation has the ability to use these venues of technology to express feelings into words and I feel you have done well. "Life's a journey..." I saw these words for the first time when I was a teenager, 30+ years ago. I didn't know what it exactly meant, but I sort of knew what it was expressing. Your journey has begun and many more experiences will shape you into that wise person you will be one day. As the person I am in your life, I can wisely say..."Life's a journey... so take your time, have fun, and enjoy those stops along the way."
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