the life of a ballerina.

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a little thing called, 

"the nutcracker", 

has taken over my life as of late.

i'm so sorry for being a flaky post-er, please let me explain: 

instead of letting my thoughts spill onto the keyboard,

my thoughts have turned into visions of sugar plums, who dance in my head.

instead of spending hours on pinterest drooling over new boots to buy-

i cram my feet into pointe shoes for five hours a day.

instead of staying up late to snuggle with lovebird at night-

i make him message my sore muscles until his hands ache.

instead of singing the christmas carols, that i so adore-

i find myself humming the waltz of the flowers, from rehearsal the night before. 

instead of studying for finals, cleaning the house or making dinner-

i come home to an unopened text book a dusty house. oh, well.

instead of flying home for christmas 'the normal', several days in advance-

i perform up until the christmas eve, to the very last second. 

all of this business is hard work and adds to the already crazy holiday season.

however, as much as my muscles may ache, my hours with lovebird are limited,

my studying gets put on the back burner and my life is hectic...

it is all worth it.

nutcracker is a beatuiful tradition;

one that i am so happy to be a part in,

and one that i look forward to taking my future little ones to. 

so, please bare with me-

i promise to post as often as i can in between rehearsing and studying for finals. 

until then, so you know exactly what i'm up to....

watch this trailer to our show!

challenge: can you find me?

hint: don't look for red hair- blonde instead!

p.s. is it a tradition of yours to go to the nutcracker?

if not, it's never too late to start now. 

i'm certain no matter where you live, 

a company nearby is putting on a production of it. 

or, always check for the annual tv debut of the san francisco ballet's version.

{it is breathtaking, truly. get a taste of it here.}