Saturday, November 15, 2014

Fifty Two Weeks of Ballet- Week two

  This weeks topic:  Pointe Shoe Tips & Tricks
                         


You you know those days, where your pointe shoes are being stupid, you have 5 million blisters, and your shoes are either too big or too small? And then your whole class is spend trying not to cry or  start riping your hair out....

  Here are some of the things I have found helpful. I would love to hear what you do/use!


  • For shoes that are too small- Either your feet are swelling, it was a weird pair, or summer is coming; whatever it is, you cant waste that $80! In the fabric around the heel, separate it from the satin. You should have a layer of canvas pinched in between your fingers. Now cut the canvas in a line, leaving about 1/4 of a inch my each seam.



  • For tight arches- the most wonderful thing. A foot rubz :) Just trust me on this one.
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  • For ripping toes- cut of the fabric on the ends. I sometimes darn mine if I am having trouble sitting squarely on the box. 

  • Bleeding toes? Lambs wool, ouch pouches, New Skin (liquid band aid- perfect for blisters), and oral numbing cream. If I have a blister, I put New Skin over it, and then put I corn pad (like so) over it. Works every time! The oral numbing cream can numb things that hurt!







What am I missing? Comment below: I want to hear what you do!







Friday, November 7, 2014

Fifty Two Weeks of Ballet: Week One


Today I am so excited to announce a new series: Fifty Two weeks of Ballet. My goal is to share the love of dance to all who read. Dance is amazing, but it also has a cost: we will be talking about that, and the ups, the downs, the pretty and the ugly. These posts will contain anything and everything related to ballet. Why? Because you get to have a say! If you leave a comment on a post (or on goggle plus) I will answer your questions in Q & A blog posts.  

For the non-dancers: this is for you too! A chance to ask questions you have always wanted to ask, about shoes, lifestyle, classes, whatever. Grab a cup of coffee (or tea, for the others) and read on. Please comment and subscribe to join in on the conversations.

Dancers- This is also for you! We can share tips, tricks, comments, and talk about the awkward, embarssing, the good and the bad, the ups and the downs. I would love to have you be involved in this conversation, so please subscribe or follow me to stay updated.

  I look forward to sharing this with you!

                           -Elissa
Question: Do you have are 'stereotypes' for dancers?

  This idea was sponsored by the adorable blog, What the Wife Did Next 







Wednesday, November 5, 2014

5 ways to avoid embarrissing situations

  1.  Get out of the habit of saying, "Bye, I love you!", when you get of the phone. Or you end up like me in 7th grade, on the phone with a boy saying..."Okay, sounds good. Bye, I love you! I mean, no, I don't love you. I mean, I like you but I don't love you, but I don't like you like that you know, and okay bye." Supper, supper embarrassing.
  2. Always eat well when you are taking long car rides. Look out the window. Try not to get car sick. Because you don't want to end up washing vomit out of your hair in a gas station bathroom. After you barfed out the window while going 70mph on a highway. I'm not even making that up.
  3. Hold in bodily functions during long silences.  Third grade me was taking a summer ballet class with a bunch of middle and high school students who I looked-up-to-oh-so-much. When all the sudden a l-o-u-d, g-r-o-s-s, ripping sound comes from my general direction. 
  4. Know when people are coming over to your house. Lets get one thing straight- I don't do too well in the morning. I'm not very friendly in the morning. So when I drag myself down stairs, wearing questionable attire, make-up smudges all  over my face, and crazy morning hair pilled atop of my head, I really don't want to answer the door. Especially to the 17 year old boy that I need to test for my science project.
  5. Don't put big globs of peanut butter in your mouth!! Scene- All the winners of a short story contest sitting around a table eating lunch. One by one, we go around the table talking about of story to this author who is eating with us. My pea brain- 'Elissa, there are two people before you have to talk. Have another few bites.' Now that could have been fine if I had soup or something. But no; of corse I have the supper natural, gloopy, thick, peanut butter with a hard whole wheat bagel. I take a bite. I start to chew. Only to find that there is absolutely no way that bagel with peanut butter is going anywhere. But you know- you can always run out of the room, spit it out in a garbage can, rush back in, and begin to talk about your story.
Trust me on these. I speak from experience.


-Elissa
Question- What are your most embarrassing moments?

Sunday, October 19, 2014

2 feet + 2 bone caps = Bad News

   Dear Jayna & friends in blogger land-



NOTE: This post is going to be about........drum roll.............Feet!! If that totally grosses you out, you might not want to read on. But don't worry; I wont be showing any pictures of toe nails coming off. ;)

 So you made it mast the gross introduction, ignored the fact that I haven't written in a month, and are sitting reading what I have to say. Thanks!


To begin my story:


  In April and May of this year I started having some pain in my calf/heel area. It wasn't bad, but it was obnoxious. It increased as my rehearsals got more and more intense, and was really painful after doing any foot movement. I wrote it of as achilles tendonitis from overuse, and that after the show in June it would be fine. Babying it outside of dance, and icing it fairly often was my plan. BUT, then summer came and went and it still wasn't totally better. Frustrating.


   
  Went to see a PT, PT sent me to orthopedic surgeon/ podiatrist and said it is a impingement in my heel. Basically, a little bone that sticks of my bone is rubbing a lot and is mad. It's supper inflamed and irritated. So now, I am completely benched, stuck applying cream every morning and every night, icing three times a day, and going to physical therapy three times a week. So no Nutcracker for me this year either. Agggggggggg. Can you just feel the peace oozing from me?





  So here we are with painful feet, no Nutcracker, and no physical activities. After I had auditioned, gotten cast, and learned my parts I was told no. Called into the dance center office and told no. No Nutcracker, and no dance. Hopefully it will just be for a month. But it still is obnoxious.


  So here we are sitting with Nutcracker withdrawal symptoms. Again.


But I am learning how to be at peace. Learning the importance of grace. Learning the dangers of jealousy.  I wish God could have just been like, "Hey Elissa, experience my peace, live with grace, and don't let jealousy come close to your heart. And I love you." But no, He didn't.


  But I will learn. Learn the importance of  having faith in something bigger then myself.
But that also means learning how to fully feel the not-so-peaceful things.


          Love,
                     Elissa


Question: What has God's grace looked like in your life lately?

Monday, September 8, 2014

February 14

            The following is a journal entry I wrote February 14, 2013:

God, this one goes to Jayna;
May her travels be smooth
May she be able to say goodbye peacefully and calmly
May she have a peaceful heart about where she is going
My you bless the house that they move into; will you fill it with joy, with laughter, warmness, hospitality, and a welcoming glow.
May it me a place where Jayna can grow in her independence
May the dance studio be filled with the love of dance
May it be a place were dreams are formed, and grown rather then cut down and shattered.
May it be a place of calmness, and a place where Jayna will be able to worship you with her dance.
May it be a place where Jayna can remove herself from the dramas and stresses of life, and be a place that she will feel your peace in.
May the teachers there see all of the talent you have given her, and may they see how hard she has worked these last few years.
May they enjoy having her in each class, and may she be a fresh breath of newness to the studio.
May the teachers help her grow in her dancing, rather then slowing her down.
May the teachers give her dreams and goals, and Lord, may the girls welcome her and treat her kindly.
May they help her figure things out in a way that is honoring to you.
May they enjoy there company and want to hang out with her.
Lord, may you help them see what a great friend she is.


              God, please hear my prayers. Please God.
__________________________________________________________________________


 Out of all the praying I did for you before you moved, this was one that I wrote out. I was scared for you; that everything would be a disaster, and Hawaii would be a horrible experience. I prayed and prayed about it, because I wanted God to protect you from anything bad that might happen.


But you know what? Hard stuff still happened.
Three dance studios, and a lot of tears latter, you made the decision to quit dance.
    I asked God why was this happening to you? Did he not hear my prayers? Was I wrong in asking for all this? Why were people so mean and discouraging to you?


At the time of your decision, I really supported that. It was the right thing to do.


  But why was God telling you to quit something that had given you so much joy? Was it to much of a idol, and taking your focus of Him? Was it controlling your emotions to much? Where you so post to be doing something else, or tough it out?


I don't think it was an idol, and I don't think it had much power over your emotions. Yet I don't think you were meant to be toughing it out either. So why was there all that drama, when my prayer was seaming to be met with a no?


This is why: http://letters-to-elissa.blogspot.com/2014/09/restored.html


  You needed to be restored. You had to experience hard, hard things in order to be restored.


When we talked on the phone after that first class, I was tearing up. Not just because I was so happy for you (which I was!), but because God said yes.


  He was doing what I asked Him to do over a year and a half ago. He was planning this before I asked; before you where born.


That prayer was written on Valentines day; a day about love. Valentines day is celebrated by showing love between people; but does God limit to showing His love just on Valentines day? Nope, nope, nope and no. God is the ultimate example of love, because God is love.  He is a loving God.


 He wasn't sitting up there looking forward to hard stuff coming your way; He was sitting up there with the knowledge that your life would be an example of His love. What a amazing thing to be.


  My friend, the word restored is a good word. A very, very good word. :)


     Love,
                 Elissa


Question: When was a time you felt like God wasn't being loving?

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Why long distance friendships are worth it....& other

NOTE: I am alive and breathing. This summer has been so relaxing, I am not ready to trade doing practically nothing for the whirl wind of the school year. I am sorry for the lack of posts....kind of. I have really enjoyed taking a break from my computer screen; but I come back ready!



   Well hello friends in blogger land! For my lame excuse as to why I haven't been blogging, see above. All my school supplies are siting in target bags on our stars, waiting for me to openly surrender to the fact the summer is pretty much over. Ah-hem. But anyways, I really am excited to be back in the rhythm and swing of things.

  I am about to begin my last week of summer dance, and I am miss, miss, missing my teachers that left. I am being rather hormonal about it. But seriously; it's been kind of hard. It has been hard to let go to such amazing people. And it has been hard for me to keep in touch with you, because I have been out of town a lot AND we are each running in a bunch of different directions.
It's rough.

   It's rough not knowing what your days look like, when we used to always know where the other person was. It's tempting to me at times, to just stop caring about stuff like that. It sure would be easier. It would be easier if the same amazing people lived right next to each other, and nothing ever changed.

  Long distance friendships are hard. They can be exhausting and extremely difficult  to maintain. And no form of communication is the same as just being together.

   But honestly? Friendships aren't so post to be easy. Humans were designed to fully and completely trust God; but when we rebelled against that, things changed. Now, we have to deal with ego's, broken trust, hurt, clinginess, lack of empathy, lack of understanding, zero sensitivity,  just to name a few.  That why this is hard and hurts; because of sin. And it doesn't just hurt us; it hurts God too. A lot.


   Friendships are hard, messy, beautiful, complicated things. They are a gift; a broken, yet beautiful gift. We are created to be loved, and to love. Just like we love our friends close to us, in many different ways, we can find ways to express that same love to our friends far away. It takes effort; a lot of effort. More work. But ultimately, isn't love felt deeper when the love that is expensive? When
the cost is higher? It is expensive to show love to anyone; but it the the effort it takes grows and grows.


 Today, I challenge you to chose to give that love away freely and deeply.


          1 John 4:7  Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God.


  Question: When does it feel the hardest to love other people?

                                   M -Elissa    








Wednesday, June 11, 2014

saying goodbye


This week has had some sad goodbyes.
   A family who my sister and I often babysat for, and LOVED, moved.
Yesterday, was my last class with my favorite dance teacher. Tomorrow is my last class with another one of my dance teachers.
  
  Thank you card's are written, gifts are being bought, and goodbye parties are on the horizon. Nice words are said, as boxes are being packed. The lumps are swallowed, and an awkward laugh is forced up instead.
  But you wanna know a secret? Its still sad.


It's sad saying goodbye to people who you love, people that build you up, and people who think like you. It's not fun to let them go, and leave you. Long distance communication is hard. You know that, better then I do. And honestly, I hate saying goodbye.

    It is a confusing, torn-up, thing.


Yes, I am thankful for the time. The people I have met are some of the most amazing, interesting, and talented people I have ever met. And so saying goodbye is one of the hardest things.
I ask God why? Why has He allowed all these amazing people into my life, and then took them somewhere else? Why do I make these friends, just to let them go? Why do I have to walk around in the dark? All the not-knowing stuff drives me crazy, because I feel completely and utterly out of control.


  But God is good.
He is faithful, and trustworthy.
  And He tell us to love others.


  Soooo, it's not really about me; it's about HIM. It's not feeling completely out of control, but it certainly isn't meaningless. Nope, not even a tinny bit. And I'm going to rest in that.


                            Love,
                                         Elissa


For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11

Question: What feels the hardest about saying goodbye?