The barre = Home | Day in the life RCD

 

Hello RCD readers,

Last week was costumes week. Every class has costumes to wear. I don't because the dances I do we have our own fancy dress. I have to say my cuties look amazing.  One was a bit a problem but we'll make due. So this week that class will dress again but the whole class this time. Ofcourse everyone put each other under the bus. Haahah. Two calling the costume childish.  But let's face it. They act like big kids. Two didn't get an chance to wear the costumes because they had to leave. And a couple the short is under the skirt. The other teacher made a big no no by saying I picked it. So it was my fault. When in fact the linked I sent she didn't use. She choose something else and I had to choose which color. But that's us. We tend to do the blame game every time. It's human. And not a big deal.

I give four classes this time. I'm not a yeller. I do it different. They actually did a little bit better but they made a lot of mistakes. I'm talking about my jazz class. The class before a whole group knows the dance the placing is wrong and they keep looking at the ground as if their is gold on the stage. My monday class is going all over the place but they are doing it well. My friday class is going really well. All the dances are coming along. 

Thursday one student asked if they could sit in the seats. I let them to feel out the whole experience. You can see. It's their first time. And they are getting the heat now.

One asked if I'm going to dance. I happily said one. She was disappointed and told me to go every day to ballet class. 

And made me think. Barre is my second home.  But do I miss behind the performing?  Nope. I'm not missing that. Trying to remember the dances in a short time. I don't miss. Going to practice after a couple hours notice. I don't miss trying to figure out getting contact lenses. Or finding somebody to do my make up and my hair. I don't miss not being able to check on my kids. I don't miss that part. 

I miss the feeling get after learning a new dance. I miss that feeling I get being able to break in a new point shoe. I do miss hanging out backstage with the group. I do miss loved ones coming to see me dance. I don't have the time for that always. But life changes and you get to create your own storyline. I'm really happy for everything I can do without getting an burnout. Yes I choose my family without a second guess.  And that sometimes means adjusting what you want. My responsibilities are different then a couple of years ago. And knowing myself I don't half ass shit. If I'm doing something I'm doing it right. Meaning enough to practice. Back to my strong self. I'm not doing a disadvantage to myself byr not being in shape. 

That I'm able to still do a little part of what I love is a blessing in itself. What happens in a couple of years. Or even next year. I don't know. But we'll see. For now a little sacrifice is not harming me.  

So barre = home always.