I played hooky from the blog last week.

Sorry it's been a while. I had rehearsal from 8-4 on Monday and Tuesday and 9-4 on Wednesday, and it was totally like having a real job, y'all. I was tired at the end of the day and all I wanted to do was sit on my bum. And I did.

This week, however, I have one more morning of Wilma shows, and then I'm done with Wilma Rudolph. It doesn't really feel like anything special, though, because I'll be doing a show on Harriet Tubman in a few weeks anyway. So, no celebration.

I feel I should explain. I love hearing that kids are learning about and being touched by the shows that I do. They're so enthusiastic that I can't help but smile when they come up and ask questions afterward. And after I've been doing the show a while I find new moments that I never saw or experienced before. That's a cool feeling. Nonetheless, I've been doing this show since last October. That's over a year, and I did A LOT of shows in that year. And before that I did a year of Mary McLeod Bethune. This is my third year with the same job. Most of the time I don't stick with any job for more than six to nine months. Granted I have the summer off, but doing the school shows is the longest I've stuck with any one thing in my life, other than formal education. (I have no idea how people work the same job for five, ten, or twenty years. Weird.)

So I'm looking for more work (when am I not?). I had two auditions, one yesterday and one today. The audition yesterday? Eh. Not great, not terrible. The audition today was fun. It was the kind where you felt so good doing it that you don't really care if you get cast or not because you did the best you could at that moment and you had fun. Those auditions are few and far between, and I cherish them. I have no idea whether either will lead to anything, but I refuse to worry about it.

Ballet was wonky again today. Granted, it's Advanced. I shouldn't be in an advanced ballet class after only a year of training, but whatever: I take what fits my schedule. I just felt off and confused most of the time. I should get used to it, I suppose, because my advanced dancer friends tell me that it never really gets any better, that there's always something more you need to work on. I wouldn't want it any other way. What do you do when you've surpassed every other person and you are a master of your craft and no one in the world has anything more to teach you? You quit, because to go on would be redundant and boring. So, no, I'd rather always have something to learn, even if I feel like the clumsiest lout on the planet.

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