I'm now taking eight dance classes a week now. 6 ballet [3 of which are pointe], 1 jazz, 1 tap. Insanity. Russell, Jane and Nathan tell me that I'm going to wear myself out, but it's all good. With this much dancing, I can only get better, and in turn that does much for my self-doubt. It's nice to be kept busy doing this.
Today I met up with 2 friends from uni, Sarah and Rebecca, and we ran around town as Beck took photos for her assignment. We went into the Botanical Gardens, and took photos of Sarah + I swinging from trees, climbing upon the branches, getting sprayed by the sprinklers on the lawn. In this one photo, I'm crouched down in the knot where all these tree roots surround, with hair covering my face, camouflaged from the world. Sometimes I wish I could stay like that, but not today.
Today is a day of sunshine, glitter, photos, friendship, listening to The Sound of Music (and Lisa McCune really can sing!), reading White Oleander. Today is a day of believing that I'm doing the right thing, of living now and not in a future that I don't know of yet, and of feeling stability, however fleeting it may be. I need this.