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.

paris in a bottle

This week has been really rough, per say. Everyone has been yawning in class, and my teachers have seemed to reach the end of their patience with most students. Also, I have been getting multiple corrections lately, about my feet, and leg muscles…*sigh*. One of the girls in my classes is constantly picked on, because she never shows up on time, and never has the right clothes on. I’m bringing her a leotard and tights tomorrow because I’m tired of the other students and my teacher hounding her. I think it’s a bit ridiculous. It’s been so dreary here, that I think everyone is ready for sunshine, tulips, and fresh inspiration and for the snow to melt away. I feel like I haven’t had any time for friends,or anything I used to be able to do. I have been in a cycle of classes, work, studying, coffee, baths, hot tea, rest, and repeat.

And, today a lady in one of my classes gave me a bottle of perfume. She said, I told her a long time ago, she smelled like Paris and shimmering gold mixed together. Which made my entire day, because now I smell like Paris and dreams, life, sunshine, gold, and ballet, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever smelled before.




After one week spring break, today my teacher was extremely harsh critiquing and pushing us all class. She reiterated that she could tell we weren’t practicing in our free time, and I was scared for my life, because I could have sworn fire was about to come out of her mouth.

“Your core is not engaged, your coordination is off, why are you bending that leg, you are not putting everything into every move….” on and on, each word like a rock being thrown at glass, and making the classroom full of awkward glances and sweat.  Woof! What a long class. But back to be in it! Guess I have a lot of studying to do.


hamster wheel

Stuck in the middle...beginning.