Monday, August 27, 2012
I Want to Quit
This has been a rough year. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be learning from it all, but I'm sure sick of it. Yes there's been positive things too, blah, blah, blah, but I'm just tired of the crap. If you have any extra positive energy in your universe will you send it my way? I promise I'll put it to good use.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
I Danced
I love dancing. I didn't grow up in dance classes; in fact I didn't take a dance class until I was a sophomore in high school. Even with my lack of prior experience my teacher complimented my talent- which surprised me, but was very encouraging. When I was in college in Colorado I started taking classes at a local studio and even received the opportunity to attend a dance, acting, and singing workshop in New York after interviewing with a reputable talent scout that has worked with the likes of Reese Witherspoon and Johnathan Taylor Thomas.
After receiving my associates degree in Colorado I moved out of state to continue my education in Las Vegas, and unfortunately was unable to continue taking dance classes. I did however get the opportunity to dance in the Hill Cumorah Pageant for two consecutive summers, and received a great dance role each time; one year I was even the first dancer to be cast in a role. Just before finishing my bachelors degree I joined a Polynesian dance group that a few of my friends were in and was loving the different styles I was learning. Twice I competed in my church's version of SYTYCD and was on the winning team both years.
Again, I ended up moving out of state when I finished my degree- this time in pursuit of a job, and dancing fell by the wayside. I'm not sure what it is about California, but ever since living here I have been very shy about dancing. Church dances are awkward, clubs are scary and require no talent whatsoever, and once while attending a bridal shower/bachelorette party I gladly hugged the wall while the other attendees boogied their little hearts out. It feels like dancing is an embarrassing thing to do; most of the time I'm embarrassed just watching others dance.
The last few months have been challenging for me in several aspects of my life, and this last week was no exception with not being able to attend my aerial classes (they keep me sane!), and when my car died on the way to work on Thursday. Challenges aside I am attending the California YSA conference this weekend, and last night's opening activity was an 80's night complete with a dance. I arrived after making an appearance at a friend's wedding reception and walked around the building checking out the different activities with a stick of cotton candy in my hand.
Maybe it was the pent up energy from not exercising all week, or a need to release stress from all the craziness, but I soon found myself belting out a motown hit into a microphone in the karaoke room, and then - I danced. it wasn't even the weird, hesitant "is-someone-judging-me?" kind of dance, it was the full out, arms in the air, side ponytail doing the helicopter, "I-don't-care-if-anyone-else-is-in-the-room" kind of dance. It. was. awesome.
I danced.
After receiving my associates degree in Colorado I moved out of state to continue my education in Las Vegas, and unfortunately was unable to continue taking dance classes. I did however get the opportunity to dance in the Hill Cumorah Pageant for two consecutive summers, and received a great dance role each time; one year I was even the first dancer to be cast in a role. Just before finishing my bachelors degree I joined a Polynesian dance group that a few of my friends were in and was loving the different styles I was learning. Twice I competed in my church's version of SYTYCD and was on the winning team both years.
Again, I ended up moving out of state when I finished my degree- this time in pursuit of a job, and dancing fell by the wayside. I'm not sure what it is about California, but ever since living here I have been very shy about dancing. Church dances are awkward, clubs are scary and require no talent whatsoever, and once while attending a bridal shower/bachelorette party I gladly hugged the wall while the other attendees boogied their little hearts out. It feels like dancing is an embarrassing thing to do; most of the time I'm embarrassed just watching others dance.
The last few months have been challenging for me in several aspects of my life, and this last week was no exception with not being able to attend my aerial classes (they keep me sane!), and when my car died on the way to work on Thursday. Challenges aside I am attending the California YSA conference this weekend, and last night's opening activity was an 80's night complete with a dance. I arrived after making an appearance at a friend's wedding reception and walked around the building checking out the different activities with a stick of cotton candy in my hand.
Maybe it was the pent up energy from not exercising all week, or a need to release stress from all the craziness, but I soon found myself belting out a motown hit into a microphone in the karaoke room, and then - I danced. it wasn't even the weird, hesitant "is-someone-judging-me?" kind of dance, it was the full out, arms in the air, side ponytail doing the helicopter, "I-don't-care-if-anyone-else-is-in-the-room" kind of dance. It. was. awesome.
I danced.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Stats From Last Week
A few numbers from my week. They're not super exact, but pretty close.
46 hours at my FT time job
45.75 hours sleeping (8 hours a night equals 56 hours- I'm obviously falling short)
14 hours at Disneyland
13.5 hours in the car
10 hours working at aerial studio #1
6 hours training at aerial studio #2
3 hours at church
137.75 total hours accounted for.
There are 168 hours in the week, so there is 30.25 hours unaccounted for.
Things I did not account for:
Getting ready for work/getting ready for bed
Eating
Time spent watching TV/Olympics and a couple of movies
Reading
Sorry this post is kind of choppy; I'm feeling a little tired. I also find it amazing that 56 hours of sleep is supposed to fuel 112 hours of awake time. Maybe I should make sure I get all 56 hours this week...
46 hours at my FT time job
45.75 hours sleeping (8 hours a night equals 56 hours- I'm obviously falling short)
14 hours at Disneyland
13.5 hours in the car
10 hours working at aerial studio #1
6 hours training at aerial studio #2
3 hours at church
137.75 total hours accounted for.
There are 168 hours in the week, so there is 30.25 hours unaccounted for.
Things I did not account for:
Getting ready for work/getting ready for bed
Eating
Time spent watching TV/Olympics and a couple of movies
Reading
Sorry this post is kind of choppy; I'm feeling a little tired. I also find it amazing that 56 hours of sleep is supposed to fuel 112 hours of awake time. Maybe I should make sure I get all 56 hours this week...
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