This week I am just:
Planning a wedding
Training at Fly Wheel
Teaching eleven classes
Taking care of a recovering puppy
Figuring out the RPM of a song based on a math equation having to do with the BPM of a song.
A MATH EQUATION.
I went to art school to avoid just such a situation.
Actually, one of my favorite professors at UofArts repeatedly told us dance is math. It’s technique, as in: it’s as simple as 2+2=4 (every time). If you hold your center, spot, hold your rotation, etc, you will be able to do multiple pirouettes. It doesn’t matter how you feel or if you’re having a particularly inspiring day: if you use the tools that technique gives you, you will have the same results every time.
Just like problem solving in math.
Oh my gosh, why did I just write so much about math?
And why is my puppy up and playing at 11:30 at night?
(turns out she wasn’t just playing; she was mid chew on my favorite pair of workout tights. THANK GOODNESS I CAUGHT HER BEFORE ANYTHING TERRIBLE HAPPENED).
Anyway, this is a very busy week.
It’s a good thing I have some pictures of TJ, because I am not getting to see him very much.
And poor Luna probably wonders what she did to make me leave so often.
(It’s not personal, Luna; mama’s gotta buy you treats, you know.)
Oh, and the first Day of Fly Wheel training I had the specific thought when I stepped in the room full of bikes: I don’t belong here.
The second day, I had this thought before I had to get up on the bike and practice teach: There’s a door. I could just walk through it and never walk back.
But today I actually felt pretty good. I mean, there’s still so much to learn, but I feel like I am at least on my way.
And God bless those of us who are on our way. We may not be there yet, but once we get there, a new “there” magically appears down the road and we find that the journey is still not done.
There’s always more to learn, and I don’t think I’d have it any other way.