Monday, June 8, 2009


I don't know what it is, but not having a regular schedule, Monday through Friday, really throws me off. I get lazy and tired, which is funny, because shouldn't it be the other way around? I spent most of this last year dancing my butt off, and yes, I WAS tired then too. But at least I was tiredly organized with my time.
Now, I've still got at least three months until I go back to full time dancing with the company. My main issue is getting into ballet class, to keep myself in shape for the next season. But I just can't seem to get out of bed a lot of the mornings to go.
Do any of you struggle with this when you don't have a regular schedule to keep you in line? Do you have any suggestions for me?

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

The Sun and I: A Love Story.

I think somehow Denver got jealous of Portland. They say imitation is the highest form of flattery, and that is definitely the case here. The sky is gray, it is windy, and here and there is actual WATER is falling from the sky, landing on the ground that I have gotten used to seeing dry and warm. Right now it is misting, which admittedly is kind of cool-looking, but still. It is funny that it bothers me so much (because I had to deal with it constantly, for months at a time, back in Oregon). Yes, yes, yes... Even from a few states away, I can hear you Oregonians groaning and trying to fling various rotten vegetables at me right now, so YES I will openly admit I have gotten spoiled rotten by the beautiful weather and climate here.
During the winter here in Denver, there are many weeks we deal with very cold temperatures and snow. It is necessary then that we wear our heaviest, puffiest coats along with warm gloves, hats, and scarves. But having lived in Utah, I think I got used to that fairly quickly. And ironically, when we lived in Portland, the rain didn't bother me SO much that it was a huge problem. Maybe because I only lived there about four years. And as most people say, "You get used to it... The summers are wonderful... It makes everything so beautiful and GREEN!!!" Yes. It is true.
Therefore I was, after living a while here in Colorado, unprepared for the way I fell for the sun. And I mean "fell" in the way people talk about falling for a boyfriend or girlfriend or spouse-- and not in the love-at-first-sight way (which incidentally I have issues with, but that is another blog for another day), but in the slow-burn-I-can't-believe-you-were-in-front-of-my-face-all-the-time-and-I-didn't-even-notice-how-amazing-you-are kind of way. At first I was fascinated by it: "Wow, it sure is warm here. What in the heck is that bright shiny thing in the sky?" But I liked it, and I got used to it being around. It brightened my day (literally) and lifted my spirits. Then, one day it wasn't there. And I noticed. I would look (much like today) longingly out the window and wish it was there instead of the crappy grayness and wet. It was at was at that point I realized how much I had started depending on the sun to warm me and put a smile on my face. I realized something profound-- I was in love.
And so I will end this post by allowing everyone to hear a piece of my heart-- my open love letter to the sun, begging it to come back.
"Dear Sun,
Wherefore art thou? (*yes I know that's not what "wherefore" means but it sounds cool so I'm going to leave it in*). I miss you terribly, my heart yearns for your warming rays. I remember the days we would hang out for hours together, you shining and I happy. For whatever I did that drove you away in anger, I am sorry. I take full responsibility for our separation. Just please come back. Please, please come back. I want to start wearing my cute sundresses that have been packed away since last summer. Please, please, I miss you. Come back." ~Gina