I had two private lessons yesterday because I missed one during my first work week. Not that I was complaining, I got to dance with both Eddie and Olga. I don’t get to dance with the former often. Aside from co-owning the studio, he’s also an accredited ballroom judge, a coach, and the professional for his many competitive students. Not to mention he has a family of his own. He’s a hard man to pin down for those reasons, and I’m always grateful whenever I can have a lesson with him. This time, we finally got to Smooth.
It’s been over two months, so I have a lot to tell y’all.
Authoress Note: The following is meant to be an open letter of encouragement. It can be applied to any wholesome dream you have, though it’s obviously going to be geared towards dance For those that don’t know, my dancing has taken a huge hit lately with Tommy’s absence. And I’m afraid it’s gotten worse because I can say with great certainty that he’s not coming back this time, unlike his previous leave of absence. Why the people at the studio have never said “He’s/She’s gone.” is something that continually baffles me. We’re all adults there, so we don’t need to know why, just that it’s happened. Whatever their reasons, I refuse to try to comprehend it anymore. Onto the post.
This is dedicated to all the men and women of the US Armed Forces. Anyone that places their life on the line to keep us safe, regardless of personal character or motivation, has my eternal gratitude. If the good Lord didn’t have other plans for me, I would’ve been honored to be among you. Now, I dedicate my pen to you whenever I can.
I’ve been procrastinating with this blog of mine because I feel like all the life has been sucked out of my dancing. If that suffers, so does my writing. Fortunately, my sense of professionalism compels me to update more than once a month (read: sarcasm). I’d like to get back to updating once a week. But, I’m not sure when that’s going to happen given my job search, so please continue to bear with me. Things have been hard lately dance-wise.
I have a confession to make. I’ve had two potential posts swirling around in my mind’s eye for a couple of days. The reason I haven’t put one of these up until now is because I’ve been dealing with teacher withdrawal. Yep, Tommy has taken a leave of absence from the studio again. As of yesterday, he’s been gone three weeks. *Sigh* Last time this happened, he was gone six weeks. I hope and pray we don’t push that. Que sera, sera.
There are people at the studio, myself included, that don’t hold back (i.e. no filter). I chatted with one of them recently, and he said something quite intriguing. But, let’s back up first. It’s story time.
It was something I always knew. I never tried to deny it. Perhaps it was almost too obvious, so well blended into my dancing that it didn’t bother me. Unfortunately, the emotional force behind this just hit me a couple of days ago. Now, I feel the need that every writer feels. The need that says “Come hell or high water, I have to write about this. Like, right now.” This blog is largely positive and personal. It will remain that way, but I will not stifle my emotions. I’m going to pour my heart on the page and have no regrets.
Okay, WordPress decided to be a huge bleep and delete my post. I apologize for the lack of quality, but I don’t have it in me to write it again.
That’s right; I graduated from university today cum laude! My degree is in Journalism & Mass Communication with a minor in Philosophy.
“What’s next?” Everybody has asked that. Here’s my answer: I don’t know. What I want to do most right now is rest. Even my mother recommended that I take a small break before looking for work. “Why not go straight into journalism, like be a news anchor or something?” I’ll elaborate more in the next post, but journalism isn’t my let’s-get-right-to-it-passion. For now, let’s say that I knew I had the option to start working when I turned eighteen. However, my parents wanted me to go to college, though they didn’t mandate it. I prayed, asking the good Lord what I should do. He quickly responded: I was going to college. I wasn’t unhappy because I knew I’d thrive in college, and I did.
Thank you to all my readers for sharing this blog with me. It’s definitely been therapeutic at times. As for its future, I want to continue it. But, the family is in the middle of a move, and there’s trying to find a job, too. I’m sure I’ll find a way to balance a job and writing this blog.
Until next time friends,
I never liked PE. We had to run laps which increased as the semester progressed. I “excused” myself more than once to the restroom to wait out the running. We never played a specific sport, more like quirky games. That meant more running, not to mention dexterity I had yet to develop. An MVP I was not. Had there been an option to choose team members, I would’ve been one of the last ones. Hmph, if this was what an athlete was, I wanted no part of it. The story was identical for middle school and most of high school. I made myself run cross-country for three years during that period. Whether I legitimately wanted to love it or subconsciously hated myself is an unsolved myself. I only recently discovered that a huge part of consistent exercise was finding one’s niche.