Because Success Is One Step Beyond Failure

[Dutch Lock Down Day Two Hundred Fifty Seven]

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I watched Dance Dreams Hot Chocolate Nutcracker aka Debbie Allen Hot Chocolate Nutcracker in the United States.

Because #branding

Behind-the-scenes at the Debbie Allen Dance Academy and their award-winning version of The Nutcracker, which blends a variety of dance traditions.

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt8741182/

And I cried at the end.

But first the news:

That pull to dance?

It’s stronger.

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Hello, Dance, You Beautiful Siren

[Dutch Lock Down Day Two Hundred Forty Seven]

Yeah, I still hear it.

Yesterday I did a five minute arm workout with Dance Accepts Everyone and I’ll admit, DAMN, it felt GOOD.

And then today I took a four hour nap in the afternoon.

But first the news:

Tomorrow’s another day, eh?

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I Do Not Recall Those Events, Senator

[Dutch Lock Down Day Two Hundred Forty Six]

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It seems that I may have figured out the source of all the confusion, but I won’t know until a few documents arrive and I promise PROMISE to get more specific as soon as this is all resolved.

In the meantime, no, I’m not getting much sleep lately, cause of the rumination, so the five a.m. kicking ass and taking names until further notice.

But first the news:

I just … look forward to … all this being resolved.

And I REALLY look forward to the appointment with my therapist on Tuesday.

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Dutch Lock Down Day One Hundred Thirty

[Poor Old Left]

When I started dance, I took mostly ballet classes with a few modern, tap, flamenco, and jazz classes on the side. But ballet was six days a week Monday through Saturday and I was GOOD.

Then I went to undergrad at the University of Southern Mississippi and while I was still damn good at ballet, it became OBVIOUS how much I sucked at EVERYTHING ELSE.

While the program required ballet and modern, pretty much all other dance forms were optional including JAZZ.

And I SUCKED.

But first the news:

So why did I return to that jazz class year after year, semester after semester?

BECAUSE I SUCKED.

And the teacher was AMAZING.

She had a saying, everytime we did the second side and she knew it would suck – left is never as good as right – she’d lament, “Poor Old Left”

And we’d ATTACK it.

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