Driving back to the studio after a loooong day I took
a moment to remember the music that didn't play quite right, the tan tights
that didn't get changed for ballet, the warmth from stage lights and people in
confined areas, the ballerina who didn't get her certificate...and then I
smiled because small music snafu's could've been much bigger if we hadn't
hustled to find a solution after dress rehearsal, and no one in the audience
cared about the tan tights, and missing certificates were found, and warmth made
us grateful for AC in the car...
I am blessed beyond measure by the families
that support my passion...thank you for reminding me that it isn't about the
music, the color of tights, the certificates or the temperature. It's OK to
dwell in ALL things that went right and beautiful and lovely and amazing and
perfect...the injured ballerinas that GOT OVER IT and went out there anyway. The
babies performing for the first time. The grace and growth of ballerinas
performing for the 10th year. The smiles and joy on the faces of girls and boys
coming off the stage. The hard work and dedication. The older girls that helped
little ones. The quick changes. The moms helping. And the love.
I made it to the studio and unloaded, just like every time before...and I smiled as a picture caught my eye on the way out...it perfectly summed up my day and brought tears to my eyes.
Sometimes we should be a little less hard on ourselves and remember that we ARE doing something right. And at the end of the day...even recital day...no matter what challenges and struggles are presented...it all turns out perfectly!
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