I'm back in ballet and it feels so good. I'm not going to bore my poor readers to death by going on at length, I'll just say that I love it and didn't realize how much I missed not dancing next year. I'm not even as rusty as I expected to be, so good news all around.
First day of classes, or class as the case may be. My rof was out of town so I got to lead the introduction to his lecture course. it was short, quick, to the point, and let me get back to my own work. I'm somehow going to read 2 400+pg books on the English Reformation by Wednesday. Go go gadget brain...
But while I'm trying to balance copious amounts of reading, at least I get work on perfecting my physical balance as well. Running, at times, lets me focus my thoughts and musings. For me, being alone with my self and running can provide clarity to a seemingly complicated situation. Ballet, on the other hand, takes me away completely. I stop thinking about the historiographical issues of the Reformation, or my obsessive use of the passive construction in my draft writing, and only concentrate on which butt muscles I'm supposed to engage at the proper moment to pull myself onto my toe, spin around a few times, and land w/o killing myself. I feel graceful, beautiful, and no one gives two shits if I can read Derrida in the original French. You do have to put up with the occasional "What did you eat today? Crackers and water? Me too!", but it's worth it for 3 hours of body peace a week.
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