One of the best days of my life

Today I learned from a great friend that with extreme lows come extreme highs. .. Another way around.

Dance day, best day of my life. Sunday there was a dance workshop at my school, because they're starting a full on intensive dance education next year. A number of students from the musical theatre course had been invited and granted a scholarship for that day, because of great devotion and work ethic in dance classes - I was one of them.
The day started with ballet, then hip hop then jazz, then contemporary. My gosh, it was amazing to dance for a whole day.
In our contemporary class with Chad, my current ballet teacher, we performed a dance that I worked on last semester too. This time with so much more heart and devotion, and I was not just moving but dancing with my soul.
On one side of the room was a goal or something that we were reaching for, on the other side was a resistance or something pulling you back. We were dancing back and forth this in the room, and I was sobbing all the way through, a few other of my fellow students too.  My dance teacher cried happy tears of pride and said "I'm dancing with you kiddo".

This was one of the best days of my life. And I realize that I should never stop dancing. The amount of it I'm longing for may exceed my ability, which is what hurts the most. .. But I will keep on working. Who knows. Dreams do come true.

walking to school the next day it was raining with soft drops and freshness.  The air was cool but in a fresh spring way.
And i knew that this was my new beginning.
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I'm sitting down in the subway, it's after youth night at NY temple, I'm blessed and filled.
A girl is playing a wonderful sing on a ukulele. It sounds amazing, a sweet soft pop song, a type that I could imagine working on, and all is calmwith a suttle peace here.

I am still sick, so I am taking it slow, but it's not stopping me from wanting to do things anymore. I am aware of the rest I need, of course, but I am not going to spend a whole day in bed feeling sorry for myself. .. Then I can hardly make tea for myself.
- But I believe that healing comes from joys that you can give yourself.
No one heals in misery. . Well yes the body may, but it can take a week or more heal mentally, sometimes from just a little fever.
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I am SO annoyed. This is the second time a great part of my post has been deleted. Unfortunately I am in bed, tired in bed after 8 hours of Dance and a regional play at night. I need to sleep before Monday starts.  Saturday I had rehearsals all day and Sunday was today... whilst being sick, so tonight is precious one more.
Goodnight.
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Sorry, I have not had time to rewrite this last bit of the post. I will just continue from where I am now. There is so much happening all the time anyway.
Today was a wonderful day. I woke up to a lovely sunset and I found time to drink my morning tea on my roof top.
The day started lovely, and my mood was in top.

Yesterday I went shopping for the money my parents sent me for my birthday. I got some lovely dresses and new shoes.

Today I wore my new white dress which is so beautiful it me happy. I Know spring hasn't come for sure yet, it always seems to start snowing again. But I wore it to pretend that spring was here.
Yet, in the middle of the day I went downstairs of the school building to get my lunch, and I walked out shortly outside. Wow!  Outside was truly shifting, even just for a second .. putting on the dress had worked, I had fooled the cold weather for today!

My ballet class today was amazing, and I was wonderful.
I did a clean triple pirouette for the first time, and I am so proud. I was so happy, I had a fantastic time.

Then I went home to go through two songs for performance lab and had a wonderful night of rehearsal.
Big kiss. X