Promotion!

Who just got promoted?
That's right.
ME!
Level THREE like it ain't no thang!
WOOOOO!

On Friday I will ask about schedules and such. With luck I can start going to one level 1-2 and one level 3 class next week. If I am not so lucky it will have to wait until September, but I am feeling pretty chuffed one way or the other.
Also SCARED TO DEATH!
NOOOOOOOoooooo! I still feel like the world is out to get me when I hit a particularly long stretch of fondues and I can't hook chaînés turns together quickly while still being able to spot my way out of a hole. And what about balancing? I feel like I am total rubbish at balancing. So I will give this a shot but I MIGHT DIE, GUYS.

In reality, when I look at where I started last September (in the very worst physical condition of my life) I am pretty impressed with myself in spite of everything.

The future is here, it's bright, it's now.
(That was a Regina Spektor reference. In case you were lost, there. Sorry. That is what happens in my brain, sometimes.)

Hardly Workin'

Did I really just arrange my Summer work schedule around ballet class? Yes. Yes I did. I guess I just like ballet a lot more than my punishing theater job.
I can't say I feel bad about it. Last Summer was awful enough that I was not sure I wanted to go back at all. But, I could use the money. So, there you go. I figure if I'm going to be working 11 hour days in a windowless black room then I at least want to be able to dance, too.
Last year they talked about promoting me to a much more impressive position, but that would mean 6-7 days a week, sometimes 10 hours a day. Forget that, dudes! Ballet is way more fun than that.