Between softball, dance, cub scouts, and the million other activities you are involved in, you keep us running but to see the joy on your face is enough to overshadow the exhausted feeling. You excel in school beyond what your mommy could ask for, always straight A’s and always trying to do better!
Your kind heart, compassionate personality, and warm smile instantly take over a room. You’ve overcome so much much this year. You have handled the news of becoming a big sister (again), mean bullies at school, helping your little brother navigate a new school, guiding Coit thru his Autism journey and through new phases he’s experiencing, with poise and grace. I would never expect anything less from you. Thank you for always being you and never let anyone dim your light. Happy Birthday Addison!
I’m basically at that time in my life where im working non stop to get to where I dream of, to get to the places I trust I belong to and i trust the universe will put me in. There’s times of loneliness, boredom, tiredness and so much thought put into everything I do but more than anything there’s love. I find this love in the classrooms, in thinking about my dreams, in noticing every little step I take. That helps me remember to just slow down and breathe.
So i get off work late, with tired eyes and a tired mind, i close my laptop, i tidy my room a little bit and i train for like 15-30mins, basic ballet positions, movements I love and things I think my body needs. After that i am able to unwind, shower, make myself some food, put on some calming music, lighting up incense and maybe read or journal. The music is soothing, despite the feeling of loneliness I know there’s people out there who adore me, my cat lays on my chest and i just breathe.
Like many, I have also been distracted on the road towards my dreams. It is never an easy journey. Sometimes it leaves heartbreaks, and sometimes it leaves you terrified. But somewhere on that road, you learn to get up again and continue on. “Lovely Dancer” is about that - the girl in me that lost her music, but fought to get up on her toes again and learn the dance.
As a dancer, I find football boys to be weak. “Oh I didn’t get to finish my protein shake and now I’m going to pass out at my hour long practice” like shut up I had half of a cookie and an advil before my 9-2 rehearsal you’ll be fine