I dance ballet and some latin dance. These excerpts are about the struggle of finding the "balance" of being an adult and having a strenous full time (and expensive) hobby.


I made it through Intermediate Ballet class today. 

Holy hell. 
              What a rush. 

Also, I also almost started crying during warm ups, because the guy playing the piano was amazing, and he loves music so much, that you can tell by the way he closes his eyes and gets all caught up. And for whatever reason, I was stretching backwards watching him in a peculiar way, up side down, and I shut my eyes like blinds closing, and I could feel silver tears starting to sparkle in my eyes. And he then opened his eyes, and I shut mine so no one could see… and for a second, I forgot where I was.


There is always a girl in a cranberry colored leotard showing up the entire class.