Pink Tights Success!

Last week on Wednesday I had to put on the pink tights for the first time in, um, YEARS. But we were already at the theater so my self-consciousness didn’t have much of an effect on my ability to perform. The performances Thursday and Friday went extremely well, I thought, for myself as well as the rest of the company. I was just pleased with myself to be performing onstage again. Being backstage of the Koger Center felt completely familiar and normal, as if not a month had passed since I last performed in it. The last time I performed was spring 2009. It goes to show I feel at home onstage dancing. Every time I stood in the wings before I went onstage this weekend though, I was reminded of God’s goodness to me and thanked Him for the opportunity to be performing again. He truly knows the desires of my heart and saw that they were a good thing and was pleased to give it back to me. I would love to continue performing for as long as God will allow me to, but I think I can say now that it no longer has such a grip on me that it is what I live for, and my primary goal in lie. My primary passion is for the Lord, and in Him I can order my other passions. That is the difference between me and the other dancers. I know that I was made to worship God, and that is what I am doing in my heart whenever I dance or perform. It’s an attitude of the heart, and it’s taken me a long time to figure that out. God willing, it is not too late to get back into performing. I don’t think it is. He has been gracious to me, so gracious and so good!

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Oh, need I mention I was so worried about my weight before the performance ans how I hadn’t lost any before the performance? I let it go as est I could, and surprise surprise! I had dropped 5lb over the weekend. I guess I just need to repeat that weekend more often: eating mostly just chocolate, coffee and performing!

As if it weren’t enough to have to wear pink tights for my first performance back after a couple years, I had to wear a very PINK romantic tutu for Raymonda variations and a pink and nude unitard/pants suit with attached skirt for Great Galloping Gottschalk. The latter, choreographed by Lynn Taylor-Corbett, was my favorite of the two because it was so much fun to dance. I was one of the four souvenir girls. It was a treat to have Lynn come set the piece on us at the beginning and just before the performances as well. But the best part of this weekend was that my Mom came to see me!She hadn’t seen me perform in 3 years, and that time was in Koger Center with Columbia City Ballet. It was a special treat to spend time with her all weekend, especially since I will not be home again for Thanksgiving. Someday I would like to be home again for Thanksgiving. The last time was 6 years ago.

Well, next I will look forward to performing in our student choreography showcase Nov. 29-Dec. 3 at Drayton Hall, then finishing up all my work (quite a bit of catch up work and papers to write. ugh) the semester and going home for Christmas.  Happy holidays!


Pink Tights Count Down Day 37

I’m thinking, “Gosh, I hope no one reads this…” Now that I have incriminated myself however, I will continue to give a description of a boring day and very unuseful information. 😉 My count-down is already winding down faster than I would like to admit. Today is the first day of my fall break weekend! It’s really just two extra days off, but it is a welcome and much needed break in the semester! I am planning on catching up on my reading and papers for my classes, and resting. Now, the latter I’ve already managed, but the prior is yet to happen. One paper is due Tuesday, so I really can’t slack off.

Relaxing for me includes sleeping and sitting outside in the sun, but it also includes getting exercise and spending time outdoors, preferably both at the same time. Add talking to the Lord and meditating on His Word to the Mix, and I’ve got a complete rejuvenation package! This morning I biked down to the river walk, locked up my bike, and went for an 8-mile run, then biked back. This is the perfect weather, even during the middle of the day; I think my favorite month in Columbia is October, because it’s still pleasant outside, but just beginning to cool down. The smells of the trees and flowers or whatever is making that pumpkin-spice-smell so reminiscent of Starbucks Pumpkin Spice lattes is heavenly, and the array of leaves changing colors and falling to the ground adds such a crisp and golden touch after a long Columbia summer. Running 8 miles is not my norm, but I find that if I can get past 5, it’s easy after that, and today I had the energy since I didn’t have to save it for school or work or dance. Stopped by the bike shop on my way back to check in on my hours and John gave me the rest of the day off and said to come in tomorrow.

In the last three years, my body has come to look more like a biker-girl than a ballerina-girl, although I’m almost certain “biker-girls” aren’t quite as hyper-aware of their bodies as dancers. I have been living the biker-girl mentality for way too long, and feel much more comfortable in a saddle than in tights. Let me rephrase that: I feel less self-conscience in a saddle than in tights. Dance absolutely comes second nature to me.

Tonight I cooked up the black beans I had been soaking, along with some rice (rice and beans= a complete protein), 2 pans of corn bread, peas and carrots and invited a couple neighbors and friends over to eat it. I find that if I eat with people, I eat less, as well as being the hostess, because I’m concerned about my guest’s welfare. Also, my roommate is out of town, and it’s just nice to have company. I enjoy cooking, but I often just won’t bother if it’s just for me. I know I should, but it’s easier just to microwave a veggie burger or make a pb &j sandwich. Anyway, now I have leftover bean soup to eat tomorrow, and lots of cornbread to feel guilty about eating.

Pink Tights Count Down Day 39

Today started off well. My scale even readjusted to what it was to what is was, er…last week. Not that numbers are what I am going by, but looking more fit in those darned tights and leotard is the goal. Just for future reference, buying local, organic-baked bread does not mean it will not add to your waistline if you proceed to eat the entire loaf over the course of the day. I need to be careful I don’t let old bad habits of binge-starve cycle creep up on me either. I don’t know why I am being so personal on this blog all of a sudden, and who cares but me, anyway. It is a fact that blogs tend to be more self-reflective in nature than any other type of public rhetoric. I learned that from my Advanced Writing class, by the way. Here’s a link to my blog for that class: It’s full of useful reflections of digital rhetoric. As you can tell, I do much better with this whole free-style, anything-goes blog thing than actual academic writing. I promise soon I will start writing real blog posts again. I just have this thing on my mind in the meantime about not feeling like an elephant in a tutu…not that I’m obsessed. Ha!