A wonderful half hour

    

     I have been the busiest person ever for the past six months. I've taken only three or four breaks and the rest of the time I have been doing homework, reading homework that is due the next day in a panic, sleeping very little, worrying way too much, dancing like I've never danced before in my life, discovering what I'm really capable of as an actress, trying to manipulate my vocal range, and stressing. Stressing every day. 

     But I finally found a few moments of peace. Just to think. Just to sit. Just to be. I had come home from a long day of school(coop) and I was tired. Honestly for the past few weeks I haven't been loving my life . I woke up every morning and I've thought,"Do I have to get out of bed? Do I have to go to rehearsal? Do I have to try and understand algebra?"Of course the answer was always yes but life felt like a duty, an obligation. It felt mundane. 

     But then today I felt something again. I felt that spark and passion that keeps me moving even when everything else is telling me to stop. It was so Beautiful outside . I grabbed my diary and darted outside, I sat down on the  bank and I realized that God is good and no matter how crazy my life is God will always be good. So when your feeling like I have been, grab your diary or a piece of paper and write down all of the wonderful things about your life and remember that God is good.

A blessing in disguise

       Busy.  Tired.  No sleep.  No time.  Messy mascara because I had to do it in the car.  A miss-matched outfit.  Chipped fingernails.  I forgot my dance shoes.  Where's my lipstick?  A voice that won't stop cracking.  A body barely able to move.  The strangest dinner you've ever had grabbed on your way out of the door.   Tingling rises up in me. Runny nose.  Red eyes.  No sleep.  No rest.  More caffeine.  Grab a tissue.  Pretend your nose isn't running.  Keep dancing.  Keep singing.  Keep smiling.  You can't be sick.  No sleep.  No rest.  C plus in algebra.  More homework.  No time.  Can't stop coughing.  Keep moving.  The tingling.  The cough.  The cast tells me to go to the doctor.  I laugh.  There's no time to be sick.  Keep dancing  Keeping singing.  Keep smiling.   Fall over. I lost control.  Miss school.  Sleep all day.  Blow  my nose.  Stop dancing.  Sing softer.  It's ok to cry.  It's ok to be sick. Rest.  Sleep. Ditch the dance shoes.  Watch a movie.  Make it to rehearsal only because performance is three weeks away.  Bring a tissue.  Bring the inhaler.  Keep smiling.  Cut out everything but rehearsals.  Rest for the first time in three months.  Crazy life where being sick is a blessing in disguise.