It is odd not to be dancing a few hours every day.
Last semester was perhaps my easiest semester (in terms of being mentally challenged) but my worst (in terms of grades) because it was my busiest (in terms of hours and work) but it was my happiest (in terms of satisfaction).
It's one thing being in a dance team and getting the rush from dancing with friends and performing and putting up a fabulous show. (It is a great thing.) It is another thing studying dance and putting in hours of mental and physical work for noone apart from yourself, for no reason besides the fact that you love dance. (It is also a great thing.)
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett