More Dance Less School Equals Happy Emily

I have a picture of a ballerina as my desktop background. Everytime I look at her, poised in a perfect back attitude, I feel envious. Why can't I look like that? Or when will I look like that?

Well, honestly I know I won't ever look quite that good but I'd like to look better than now. I'm not slacking off: it just takes a long time. She's showing off years of dicipline.

That and I only take two technique and one pointe class a week. This girl obviously dances six days a week, with no doubt numerous technique, pointe, variations, pas de deux classes and probably cross trains in other styles. That's a huge difference. I'm sure if I took five ballet classes a week I'd improve faster but I don't have the time, money or heart. I mean I like ballet and dancing, a lot, but I don't love it like that. I couldn't turn over my whole life for it. Plus pirrouttes depress me; I don't think I could handle that much depression. lol

But I do want to increase my dancing. That's part of the reason I want to be a dance major. When I don't have any school to distract me I really really want to go to class. When I'm tired and cranky from dealing with school, not loving it so much. So less school and more dancing would make me happy.

Afer our trip to the gym yesterday I thought I would be really sore today. I'm peasantly surprised to only have some soreness in my inner thighs and my back is sore from ballet today. That's nice.