So you remember how great life is when you find that everything right seems to happen even if it isn’t what we want. Life isn’t out to get me but it will be a series of trials and errors, standing strong and caving in, staring off and piercing through, options available and choices made, getting away and coping to. It is about who we are and how we have grown from where we have been to where we will be, to look forward while holding on to history and friendships. All said and done, today was a good day and to quote Legally Blonde!
Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people don’t shoot their husbands, they just don’t.
So I guess Anthony has made it through another night of this so called life! Side note: He is too adorable When he falls asleep on the futon with me writing away -typing they say- between his legs, his steady breaths give my fingers a light rhythm to rock to, elegance at its finest.
Today in class my girls were on it, we got in a tap and a jazz number in our Combo class, a ballet number and for those working pre-pointe a number in there as well -little do these girls know, they are about to work! I really want them to be prepared and am pushing them. I began choreography today but I already intend to change it to focus on the cores aspects needed to have down in order to progress en pointe! I want them to do it properly not because they are age appropriate, I stand by that.
Well, alter announcing to Jade my start of a story and her interest in reading it; I have decided to give my readers a sneak preview: Prologue. It is not much but a taste of what to come. My first unedited draft of what is currently titled We Came By Sea.
And I just erased everything because I hit the wrong fucking button, no lie right now I am pissed!
While the sky can be any range of blue throughout the day and always it will be considered Sky Blue, her eyes on the other hand were a specific kind of sky blue, they were the blue of the very point and time of ten minutes before dusk, before the sun has steeped below the rooftops, the only ten minutes I see of the day anymore. It was a blue only to be described as sapphire dyed pools, rippling a brilliance that could drown your soul; Cerulean: what I see now, blanketing my world, pulling me into a resilient abyss, the hurricane the storm the end. Her name was Rayen and I wish this story had a happier ending.
This is version 2.0 with a read through and single edit. So here is to a day where I got chores done, I danced, I worked, and I wrote; although dance is my work right now, my next step (tomorrow) is to look for work! I need to be more proactive – leads to a better me.