a brief complaint

Colin said it so eloquently already, however, it's time for my complaining about life right now. I'll make it brief.

The hardest part about this week for me isn't that-
- I'm not missing sleep
- I'm not with friends complaining about rehearsals til 1am
- I'm not performing Hopak
- I'm not falling behind in school (well, that's actually not really true...)
- I'm not in Christmas Around the World

The hardest part of this week isn't even necessarily that we didn't choose to have this happen. It's difficult to describe the hurt that comes when you feel something is 100% right, and then it is taken away from you. However, that isn't the hard part.

The hard part is that I miss this:












I miss dancing with Colin. (like performing dancing. he pulls me into the kitchen every once in a while and we dance to whatever song is on pandora at the moment. that is happy.) I miss running around historical museums in costume. I miss having everyone point to you and want to take pictures with you because you are white and American. I miss putting on nasty make-up, putting in nasty hair, and frantically looking through your pile of costumes for that apron you're missing. I miss carrying around my 12 pairs of shoes necessary for rehearsal.

Oh my, I miss rehearsal! Now that is saying something. I miss the feeling of working hard on something that you can't quite get right. I miss the beads and the silks and the headpieces. I miss the lights, the stage and the nervous anxiety before a show. I miss wearing tights. I miss stretching after a long show while listening to Ron. I miss the bruises and the sweat, I miss the muscle rubs, I miss the sore tightness in every muscle in my body.


I thought this semester would get easier. It hasn't. But missing all those things isn't the hardest part. I miss dancing with Colin.

But I miss this more:



















Good luck Emily- you are beautiful. Dance hard.

For me.