Sure, dancers are creative and athletic. Some of us even make what we do look effortless, but do not let us fool you with our artsy-fartsy glory. Our lives are not as easy as they look.
We spend most of our hours from sun up to sun down on our feet, between technique classes and concert rehearsals. And, to top that off, we have to take in as much water as possible every day and night to keep us going.
Outside of class and rehearsal there is endless hours of practicing and stretching to increase strength, flexibility, balance, alignment and technique.
Dance is a never ending cycle inside the studio and out.
Here's to not being a college dance major anymore.
08 February 2012
06 February 2012
Just Another Monday
This last weekend felt like Saturday, Saturday, Saturday...
And then, I was hit very abruptly with the realization that, infact, Sunday was Sunday, and I had another week ahead of me full of lectures, technique classes, textbook chapters, and written work to wade knee deep through. Not to mention the required dance concert to consume one of my evenings that could very well be occupied by taking a shower and studying or for goodness sake sleeping, in preparation for the more work that will undoubtably take over my world the further into this semester I trudge.
The more things I managed to write on my calendar; the more I noticed that almost all of them were school related in some way and hardly any of them were recreational, or just for the sake of my doing something interesting to me for once. Then, I reminded myself that I hardly do anything just for fun anymore. I hardly have the drive to play a sport, or even play my video games anymore, and it is hard to find the time to read a book when you have classes all day and into the night, and homework the rest of the time you are awake. All so that you can go to sleep and inevitably do it all over again a few more days in a row.
Essentially what you should be getting from this is: I Hate Mondays.
But, really, who would disagree. Monday is just a reminder that we have yet another mountain of work to move, while balancing that with a social life, free time and the very volatile and rare specimen called, sleep. Which I never seem to get enough of no matter how early I go to bed, and how late I sleep during the weekends. But, that is another story for another day.
Good Night Folks, Let The Week Grind On, and just remember, it's only over when it's over.
And then, I was hit very abruptly with the realization that, infact, Sunday was Sunday, and I had another week ahead of me full of lectures, technique classes, textbook chapters, and written work to wade knee deep through. Not to mention the required dance concert to consume one of my evenings that could very well be occupied by taking a shower and studying or for goodness sake sleeping, in preparation for the more work that will undoubtably take over my world the further into this semester I trudge.
The more things I managed to write on my calendar; the more I noticed that almost all of them were school related in some way and hardly any of them were recreational, or just for the sake of my doing something interesting to me for once. Then, I reminded myself that I hardly do anything just for fun anymore. I hardly have the drive to play a sport, or even play my video games anymore, and it is hard to find the time to read a book when you have classes all day and into the night, and homework the rest of the time you are awake. All so that you can go to sleep and inevitably do it all over again a few more days in a row.
Essentially what you should be getting from this is: I Hate Mondays.
But, really, who would disagree. Monday is just a reminder that we have yet another mountain of work to move, while balancing that with a social life, free time and the very volatile and rare specimen called, sleep. Which I never seem to get enough of no matter how early I go to bed, and how late I sleep during the weekends. But, that is another story for another day.
Good Night Folks, Let The Week Grind On, and just remember, it's only over when it's over.
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