June: A Dancing Dreamer
Hey everyone! What's up? I realized that I hadn't posted in awhile and I figured I should before I get really busy. You see June is a weird month for me, I go from my dance recital and people calling me Kelcie to people calling me Dreamer at Camp Harlow literally within 24 hours.
I just did my last day of dance classes on Tuesday and I am wrapping up my sixteenth year of dance. It has been a weird year for me. Let me tell you how many classes I had last year- I was taking three classes and assisting one, it equaled out to about ten (I think) hours a week and 4 days a week. I LOVED IT! BUT unfortunately, my body did not. I had someone tell me to "not let anything get in my way" around this time last year as encouragement because I was starting to think, "maybe I can't do two more weeks, maybe my body can't handle two more weeks". The thing was that I was getting in my own way, unintentionally. There wasn't really a way around my physical self being in a ton of pain. So during the last couple months I had to make a decision about the coming fall and if I was even going to be at the studio this year. Man, was it a hard decision. I decided to quit ballet 4 because it was the most difficult and time consuming class I had. That class was the core of my studio family, I didn't actually want to leave but I knew I had to.
This year I only took two classes at the studio and I didn't assist any classes (which was sad and I missed my student). It was very good for me, though. A lot less pain, got answers to the problem, and am in the process of trying a way to treat it. "You only danced for two hours a week?!" HAHA, oh no. I actually ended up dancing for six to seven hours a week to start the year and ended the year with dancing for eight to nine hours a week. Not counting shows. I blame it on the dancer in me ;) As for next year at my studio, well, God only knows what's in store for then. I still have two months and a month in Rome to figure it out.
This post was supposed to be more about Harlow but as you can see that didn't exactly happen. So I guess you'll be seeing another post soonish.
I just did my last day of dance classes on Tuesday and I am wrapping up my sixteenth year of dance. It has been a weird year for me. Let me tell you how many classes I had last year- I was taking three classes and assisting one, it equaled out to about ten (I think) hours a week and 4 days a week. I LOVED IT! BUT unfortunately, my body did not. I had someone tell me to "not let anything get in my way" around this time last year as encouragement because I was starting to think, "maybe I can't do two more weeks, maybe my body can't handle two more weeks". The thing was that I was getting in my own way, unintentionally. There wasn't really a way around my physical self being in a ton of pain. So during the last couple months I had to make a decision about the coming fall and if I was even going to be at the studio this year. Man, was it a hard decision. I decided to quit ballet 4 because it was the most difficult and time consuming class I had. That class was the core of my studio family, I didn't actually want to leave but I knew I had to.
This year I only took two classes at the studio and I didn't assist any classes (which was sad and I missed my student). It was very good for me, though. A lot less pain, got answers to the problem, and am in the process of trying a way to treat it. "You only danced for two hours a week?!" HAHA, oh no. I actually ended up dancing for six to seven hours a week to start the year and ended the year with dancing for eight to nine hours a week. Not counting shows. I blame it on the dancer in me ;) As for next year at my studio, well, God only knows what's in store for then. I still have two months and a month in Rome to figure it out.
This post was supposed to be more about Harlow but as you can see that didn't exactly happen. So I guess you'll be seeing another post soonish.
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