thoughts

Wow. I have known for a little bit that christmas is close, but it only just hit me earlier this week that it is november. The second last month of the year. Almost december. Almost my graduation from my cert 4 course. Almost production time. Almost a new year. I am still trying to catch up with the last couple of months which seemed to have slipped right through my fingers.

When I think about it, I feel like I haven't achieved very much this past year. Although when I look back, I sat and passed three practical exams (as well as other exams just for the course I'm doing) as well as plenty of eisteddfods throughout the year, and in 4 weeks I will be performing two separate productions with the Queensland National Ballet Company. But I still can't believe we are in november. It freaks me out. Earlier this week I got asked by one of my teachers (for theory) why I dance. I wasn't the only person asked, but it really got me thinking. He said, "Why do you dance? I want to hear a real reason, not just 'because I love it' "

This actually stumped me for a bit. I had never had someone ask me that before. So abruptly. I had never even thought about it. I realised (and my response was) that when you do love something so much it becomes a part of you. You get up in the morning and come to the studio, it's just what you do. It's like breathing. You don't even realise that you do it, but without it you aren't who you are.