Introspect.
Not enough writing yesterday. I'm sitting on a dance floor waiting for yoga to happen. There's a ballet bar across from me. How many years of ballet did I take? I genuinely loved it. It was freedom to become someone beautiful and graceful at a time when it was hard to find or even comprehend. It's funny how we grow up, but we don't. A part of me is still there. That part comes out from time to time. She dances in the kitchen when no one is watching.
I am in a world completely my own, yet I'm surrounded. It's always like this before yoga; people surround but they're not really there. Perhaps the burden of an 8 am class is too much for them to bear. I've been up since 4 am. This is practically the middle of my day. Time to start.
More soon.
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