Wednesday, August 19, 2015

1 Year

Well, I can't really believe it.

It doesn't feel like it's been a whole year since I wrote that first ridiculous blog post. 

But let me tell you, it's been one epic year. It's been full of God, and plays, and dance. I've had some new experiences and taken a few risks. 

And it's been amazing. 

And thanks to you if you've read my terrible, often short posts and put up with my ramblings, either in real life or on here. I love and pray for all of you:)

Over the next year, I intend to settle into a more regular posting schedule. After this Thursday, I'm done with dance til the beginning of September, when I'll be starting ballet, jazz and modern and auditioning for my studio's production of The Nutcracker. 

I've got several subjects that I want to do posts on and I just need to sit down and write somedays instead of being on Pinterest. Or watching OUAT. Or unsuccessfully raiding the fridge. 

Anyway, thanks so much for reading! I hope the next year is full of interesting posts:)

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Friendship


Do you ever wonder why your friends chose you?
I do.

Out of everybody in the world they could have possibly chosen for a friend, they chose me.

If you get this Tolkien joke, I applaud you.

That's something I have trouble understanding sometimes. Why is it that you chose this short, stocky, sometimes-introverted triple threat that loves glitter and books?

I'm weird. I mess up my words a lot. I have odd quirks. Yet you still love me.

All those times I shut you out, locked in my own world; when I didn't feel like dancing and wanted to stay in the corner; when I was grumpy (which is a lot sometimes); when I was scared backstage, you never gave up on me.

Why?

I guess that's the great mystery of friendship. You find people you love and stick with them, no matter what.

So this is for my friends.

It's for Kay and Tink and Hawk and the Twins. For Mem, Jess and Anna. For Sky and Benny. For my Bro.

It's for those hours backstage. Those nights in the basement, talking nonsense and hiding under the bed to scare each other. That time we stayed up til 11 on chat because I was watching Phantom of the Opera. For "I need leg room!" and pushing Kay off the bed. Being 'drunk' on ice cream and laughing at nothing. For ripped up costumes and hugs. For drawing classes, charcoal, and being instructed to "Stop acting like children." For the countless birthday parties filled with frosting, whipped cream, and Mad Libs. For all the co-op classes and threats of standing in the corner. For the Big E and Sandstorm and Journey. For singing so loud and obnoxiously, and voices cracking. For plans of Sorelle. For prayers and pass the love and tears.

I love you guys so much.

And thank you for loving me. You pick me up when I'm down, smile when I don't want it, and I can't thank you enough. I don't deserve you.






I was inspired to write this post today because of the birthday of one of my best friends. Our moms taught together and our families have been friends for years. She was born 12 days after me, so we've pretty much known each other our whole lives.  
  Kay--
   Thanks for being such an awesome friend. I love you so much. Have an amazing birthday! <3

Philippians 1:3-4

   I thank my God every time I remember you. In all of my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy.
 
 
 

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

June 2015

Oops.

It's been almost a month since my last post. Why? Maze Runner. And other books for Lit. But mostly Maze Runner. 

Anyway, here goes. 
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June 2015
-Went on our annual camping trip

-Read a lot of books

-Started pre-pointe

-Actually started to make progress in playing The Last Goodbye on the piano

-Watched ALOT of Studio C, ballet videos, and OUAT
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Books I read: (I'm actually not sure which of these I read in June and which ones in July)
-Fahrenheit 451
-Colossus Rising
-Far from the Madding Crowd (a really amazing read)
-Lost in Babylon (sequel to CR)
-Romeo and Juliet
-Tomb of Shadows (in same series as CR and LiB)
-Maze Runner
-Scorch Trials
-Death Cure

I'll be starting a new Lit book soon, probably an abbreviated Oddessy. I'm also kinda reading The Hobbit on the side of that. (Yay for re-reads!!!)
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That pretty much sums up my life of the last month. Also cereal. 

Thanks for listening to my ramblings and I'm sorry again for being so late. I'll hopefully have another post soon (I have several subjects under consideration) 

Happy Wednesday!
(Camping photo)

(Me next to Captain Hook…either he's really tall or I'm really short. Or both.)

Friday, June 26, 2015

Why I Dance

(I might get a little deep in this post, just bear with me)

Lately, dance has been a huge part of my life, and today, I wanted to share just why I dance and how I got into it.
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The lights are dim as I lie on the stage, waiting.
The opening of 'Flicker' by Lorde begins to play, and the lights come up red on the back of the stage.
The music pulses through me, my mind on the choreography. and then, the dance is done. I'm panting triumphantly as the lights go down again.

I feel alive.














I dance because of that. I dance because it's beautiful. Because it's how I express myself. Sometimes, when words can't speak, dance does. It keeps me strong and flexible. It makes me incredibly happy. But anyone who's known me for more than 3 years or so knows that I didn't always feel that way about performing.

I used to be shy. I didn't seem to fit with my three siblings, who all loved performing. I have old diary entries asking God why I was put in my family. I felt out of place, like I didn't belong. I was too shy. They would be singing and acting in various shows and there I was, the shy sister who bawled every time she had to go onstage.

One time at a homeschool recitation, I had to be onstage for probably less than two minutes to recite a poem with my older sister. Instead, I ended up in tears on the steps leading to the stage. I could not go on that stage. People who have never had stage fright often tell you to brush it off, it's not a big deal, just imagine the audience in their underwear (which, for the record, doesn't really work.)

They don't understand the paralyzing fear that comes when you think about performing.

Anyway, yes. That was me.

Fast-forward a few years.

Things started to get better. I eventually worked up the nerve to do the recitation. At VBS, I somehow had the guts to do a small solo at the closing program. My hand seemed to raise itself when they asked for volunteers. At a youth group dinner theatre, my hand, again, raised itself when they asked for actors. But I still couldn't work up the nerve to audition for an actual stage performance, no matter how small.

You see, it was always my dream to perform, I just couldn't. It seemed like there was something physically holding me back from going onstage, and I'd never been confident in my body. I would go to see my friend's dance recitals, and my mom would ask me, "Wouldn't you like to do that?" I said no, because I didn't want to admit to myself just how much I wanted to.

But finally, two summers ago, I gave in. Mom had been asking me about taking a beginner's modern class at a local studio. I wanted to, but again, fear of being judged fought with the fear of stage fright, which in turn fought with that dream of performing. And yeah, that's right. Fear of being judged or rejected. I guess it stems from never exactly being a 'skinny' kid. I was terrified of what people might think of me.

Anyway, I finally gave in. I would try a summer modern class. That is, as long as one of my close friends did it too.

Of course, she did, and now we dance together in modern. But from the moment we started that first combo, I started to gain confidence.

I was comfortable in my own body. It was a new feeling, and I liked it.

I began to think that maybe, just maybe, I could do this whole 'being in front of people' thing.

So I auditioned for the next musical that came around, and I've loved performing ever since.
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So that's why I dance.

It gave me a voice.

It gave me confidence.

It made me comfortable in my own skin.

Because of dance, I can praise God using my talents. I can honor Him in dance, in acting, and in singing.

Without dance, I honestly don't know where I would be.
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As some of you might know, being en pointe is an ambition of mine. Since I started ballet last summer, it's been a goal of mine.

Today, we got a call from the studio saying that I was the only dancer enrolled in the level 2/3 ballet, and would I be okay in trying the level 4 ballet (which is pre-pointe.)

I am absolutely thrilled at this, and can't wait for everything involving dance in my future.

So this is it, I guess. you might call it my testimony. (Or alimony, if you get that joke)

It's why I dance. Because it's beautiful. It's how I express myself, and dance can sometimes speak when nothing else can. Dance changed my life for the better. ☀

Saturday, June 6, 2015

May 2015

-Performed in Peter Pan and Wendy! (I had the most fun I'd ever had onstage)

-Started wrapping up school

-Did my first 5k

-Participated in States and got one of Top 3 for Junior Speeches
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I guess I didn't really do much this month. Now that my shows are just about over (after tomorrow) I'll hopefully have more time to read, watch TV, and--of course--blog. 

Next month (or this month…I'm a little late) I'll be doing summer dance classes and pretty much relaxing. I have quite the summer reading list for the school year! 

Goals for June:

-Read

-Dance

-Get my splits

Aaaaand that's it. Until next time! 

            Happy summer!☀

P.S. 
  Thanks for the 50 pageviews on my last post:) 

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Second to the right and straight on 'til morning

You know that feeling you get when you've poured so much of your soul and time (about 74 hours, yes I counted) into something? When this thing has a part of you in it, a part of your life?

And then it ends.

That's what I'm feeling right now.

I guess it's inevitable. Everything has to end eventually. But that doesn't make it any less sad.

As you may have guessed, Peter Pan and Wendy ended last night. It was our last show, and we did pretty awesome.

I wish I could share these feelings with you. Relive them.

I want to share the feeling I got as I stood on that wonderful stage in my costume that made me look and feel like a ripped-up teddy bear (but I still loved it) surrounded by all my awesome friends.

I wish I could share the feeling of grabbing my bow, pushing Tink out of the way, and 'shooting' the Wendy Bird. Of my friends rushing onstage as I proclaimed, "You are too late! I have shot the Wendy. Peter will be so pleased with me." Of being reprimanded for my 'damp' feet.

I wish I could share the feeling I got as the Lost Boys rushed onstage, laughing and splashing each other with imaginary water. As I tried to answer the questions, "What color were mother's eyes? Which was taller, father or mother? Was mother blonde or brunette?" As we hid behind the rock. As I imitated a codfish. As I fought Noodler and got a 'taste' of Johnny Corkscrew.

I want to share the feeling of the curtain coming up on the Hideout. Of proclaiming to Michael that I could eat an entire mermaid, but a biscuit would have to do for now. Of asking to be father, or baby, or a twin. Of seeing Lauren spew imaginary water and biscuit with indignance. Of defending Wendy and threatening to blood everyone severely.

I wish I could tell you how fun it was to be dragged onto the pirate ship. To yell, "You fiend!" as I was kicked and shoved into position. To sass Captain Hook, and cry when Wendy was brought out.
To play cat and mouse around the mast and tease Hook. To see Peter say, "And now me hearties, to the mainland!" with a huge swirl of Fairy Dust.

I want to share the feeling of tumbling into the Darling's nursery. Of running out for bows one last night. Of seeing the whole cast (minus a few) in that well-lit church basement, eating ice cream and sharing memories from the production.

But most of all, I want you to feel the unity and love and God's presence as the Lost Boys gathered in a prayer circle before going on for the last show. As we gathered to 'Pass the Love' with the whole cast, all holding hands and the words of my older brother echoing in my ears: "This is our last shot...and remember, whatever happens, I love you guys."
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Since the end of February, I've built new friendships, rediscovered old ones, and had a blast finding my character.

To the cast and crew--
I love you guys so much, and can't wait for next year. I'll be waiting<3

(And now some Lord of the Rings quotes to sum up what I'm feeling)

“It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring    

“I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring  

I'm so glad this is how I've decided to spend my time over the last few months, and all in all, this is one adventure I'd take again in a heartbeat, and wouldn't be able to wait until after tea for.
I love you guys.

(From left to right:
Jukes, Tootles(me), Michael, Curly, Young Wendy, Nibs, Holland)

(Full cast)

P.S. 
  Check out the song Lost Boy by Ruth B.It's beautiful.  

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

April 2015/babysitting

Okay, go ahead and say it. 

I'm a terrible person. I haven't written a post in a month and two days. 

I'm so sorry, and I have no idea why I haven't had time to. 

Anyway, here goes!
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April 2015

-I GOT TO STATES WITH MY SPEECH AND ACTION EXHIBIT!!!!

-My grandmother was here for a couple of weeks

-Made a dress(!!) I wasn't sure with how it was going to turn out because I have a really weird body type and I seriously had a different measurement in each size. But I was really satisfied!

-Still behind on math. There was a week where all I did was a little school, a lot of sewing, and play practice. That's it. 

-Finished all my dances for the end of the year show! (In ballet, I'm dancing to Arwen's Vigil by Piano Guys, jazz is Brotherhood of Man from a broadway show, and modern is Flicker by Lorde)
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Goals for next month:
-BLOG MORE(I'm seriously so sorry)

-Finish Heroes of Olympus

-Get my splits

-Be generally fabulous
(I mean, what?)

-Perform as Tootles in Peter Pan and Wendy (which I'm super excited about)

-Drink more smoothies

-And finally, blog more. I know I already said it but I feel awful and intend to do a better job this month. 
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So I babysat yesterday. 

It was pretty much the usual. At one point, she decided to tell me a knock knock joke, which went something along the lines of this.....

"Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"Orange."
"Orange who?"
(She hesitates, before saying)"Banana. Orange you glad I didn't say banana?"

Yeah. Her jokes could use a bit of work. 

And we went on a long walk in the woods. When we started to head back, she got scared because she couldn't see the house(I knew exactly where we were going…kinda) and she thought her mom would forget all about her.  We got back to the house, she said, "Oh, no! This isn't our house! Our house is blue, and this is tan."

Actually, I'm pretty sure their house is and has been tan. 

Anyway, yeah. More babysitting adventures that are probably a little lame but I find hilarious. 

(Right now, I'm sitting on the couch writing and my brother is across the room playing Guys and Dolls music and now I'm kinda really sad)

Have a great May, you guys!!☀

(So this is my dress. It's really silky fabric that's gorgeous and feels great but it just kinda slithers all over the place when you're trying to sew)