I’m sitting here watching Cirque du Soleil’s Allegria and am reminded about when I saw it live. This troupe does nothing but re-spark my desire for dance and movement expression. As much as I loved Varekai for the storyline, I have a great appreciation for Allegria because of the swingwork and the trampoline work. Both, of which, I would be stellar at. Those were the two areas of gymnastics I excelled at, besides the vault. Every time I get the opportunity, when visiting my parents, I go back to my home gym and workout. It’s interesting, mainly because I’m a legend there now. They still keep my picture up on the main wall, and my State Championship flag is the first one up on the back wall. Yeah, tooting my own horn right now, but this was my primary means of emotional expression I had for 17 years of my life. Dance was how I spoke and told the world how I felt, not words. I still stand by that means, and it’s been calling to me pretty intensely of late. I don’t think I can even express here, exactly how dancing makes me feel….at peace, open…..Not even sure where to begin.
So my sleep schedule is really screwed up. Got home Thursday, woke up early Friday, stayed up all day Friday, went to bed around 4A, slept till noon Sat, went to bed at 7P and now I’m awake. Wierd. I guess I could get dressed and go grocery shopping, maybe I’ll do that in a couple of hours.
Oh yeah, hit up Brian on Friday to check the tear, he said it’s healing well and I did right by reshaping it. Going to go check back in in 3 months and he said it should be ready to be repierced in 6 months.
Can’t come up with anything else to say. Trying to hold on to the relaxation I got from the trip, it is a hard thing to do here. Stress just attaches to you.