On Tuesday, a lady came to watch our ballet class. She came in about 20 minutes into the hour and a half class. She was about 5' 1". She had a Russian accent. And no one had any idea what she was doing there. So she sat. And watched.
And we then did the next logical thing: freaked out. Silently. And we started working really, supper, hard, while silently wishing we had done out hair nice, or warn tights without holes in them.
Oh, did I mention that she sat right in front of me? Yeah. She pretty much scared the snot out of me.
While were at the barre, her eyeballs were burning holes into my feet (okay fine. She was looking at other people's feet too. It felt like she was looking at just mine though.)
I was nervous. So I forgot to take a breath...... or two.
Mr. Weaver had to come over three times and pretend to fix my feet or whatever. But he was really whispering under his breath: "Elissa. Breath!"
So yeah. That is what happened on Tuesday.
Believe it or not, writing this is something that I want to do. Not something that I guilt tripped myself into doing. It feel's kind of weird.
Yep, and that tell's you something about my past few weeks. Doing allot of things: all essentially "good' things. But I have done so much, and it all kinda lost the fun affect, and instead gave the stress affect. And stress does some pretty weird things to me.
It makes me emotional. Like, supper emotional over stupid things.
It makes me feel pressured. I feel like I have to do everything perfectly, and drive myself crazy trying to do everything as good as I possibly can.
And, it makes me grumpy. I forget that the whole world doesn't know how stressed I am. And I think I should get a get out of jail free card (which I really deserve).
Yeah, so spring break pretty much here. And maybe we will get a bunch of sun:)
But I have kinda been forgetting to breath lately. So that is my goal for spring break.
What are your goal's for spring?