Mondays are awesome. Really. In ballet, they are. You're rested from the weekend, you feel strong, teachers tend to go easier, it's awesome. After you make yourself get out of bed, the day only gets better. Or at least that's what happened today.
Started my morning with a latte from Starbucks. (For such a diverse city with so much food, I am disappointed in the lack of local coffee places.) Had a painless bus ride to the studio, discovered the schedule for the week, and started class. It wasn't with a particular favorite teacher, but it was a great class with a lot of corrections, so I was happy. There were also about 10 people missing, which made for a pretty decent class size. I broke in a new pair of pointe shoes, which hurts, but now they're ready to go. They held up pretty well in Variation, where we learned a pretty intense jumping variation that involved some acting, so I was really happy. Then we had Character which is really just an absurd and awkward form of dance, which actually fits me embarrassingly well. And the crazy Russian teacher taught it, and her classes really are just an experience. I'm ashamed to say I actually enjoyed it. We ended with some glorious Pilates--the lights were dim, we stretched a lot and the workout was gentle. It was fabulous. Then I caught the bus, walked home with a little Jesus party going on in my earphones and that was awesome. The plan for the night is to look at my dance schedule, figure out what I'll need up until Friday, then start to pack everything I don't need. That's right. Start to pack. I'm coming home soon.
T-5 days.
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