Sometimes in life you begin a journey only to find out later, you must choose a fork in the road. A few years ago, this blog was conceived to be the vision of what a ballerina life is like…from three vantage points. Mine as the mother, chauffeur, laundress, make-up artist, seamstress (oh, who am I kidding…my mom is the seamstress), hair dresser, caterer, and many other jobs I hold as the parent of two extremely busy dancer girls. It was also to have the vision of Veronica (now 17) and how her epiphany (her word, not mine) thrust her into a new chosen future, and Isabella’s voice (now 14), of being that of someone who has never wavered in her goal of being the best.
But, you know what they say…the best laid plans! Isabella, my daughter who has wanted to be a prima since she was three (THREE), informed me she wanted to quit dance. “It’s just not my thing anymore,” she said. “I want to run track,” she said. What! The! H.E.Double.Hockey.Sticks are you talking about? You’re a dancer. A beautiful, talented dancer. But, she had none of it. She didn’t even want to finish out the recital year. And probably one of my biggest regrets is that I should have made her finish the year since dancers and teachers were relying on her, but, I’ve since learned, that sometimes getting out is the best thing you can do…but, that’s a whole different story. Plus, since I didn’t make her stay and I can’t go back, you live and learn. So much for Bella’s voice, right?
Veronica has taken on so much responsibility with academics, dancing, and teaching dance, she just doesn’t have time to blog. But, from time to time, she will be putting in her two cents (or even a dollar). She has LOTS of opinions and is not afraid to use (I mean share) them. So when she’s not completely inundated with her schedule, be ready to hear what she has to say as the girl who wants to become a professional ballerina.
I guess that means you are stuck with me and The Ballerina Life 2.0. It will be different now. It will be more…me, I guess. No, I will NOT be putting on a tutu and dancing en pointe to Giselle. And trust me…you should be very happy about that. It would NOT be pretty. Instead, you will occasionally get my snark, definitely my moodiness, hear of the trials and tribulations of being a dance mom (not one of THOSE dance mom’s, but a relatively sane and logical one), and definitely hear about Miss V.
I will also share short stories of dance (are they true or completely made up? I’ll never tell). I will even throw in some valuable (surely to someone) information about organization, preparing for that summer intensive audition, how to put up a perfect bun (okay, maybe not that one), but I promise to put a little something in here for everyone. And please…leave me a comment and let me know what you think!
I hope you will join me on this ride…I just know it’s going to be a fun one.