Sunday, July 20, 2014

Rough Day

Wow it’s been a long time since I wrote a blog post. I guess life gets in the way sometimes. I am making a vow to be better at this.

So today was a rough day. Do you ever feel like you work so hard only to have the very people you do it for, tell you it’s crap, or make you feel like a bad person.
I am a dance teacher. I love my job, I love my students and I also love that I have a permanent outlet for my creativity. A set of dancers who are willing to run with it when I have a bit of a crazy idea, or who can see the vision with me when I describe a performance piece to them. There is nothing I love more than to watch them get excited when they learn a new choreography for the first time, or see their group celebrations when they finally all master something that was tricky. They make me laugh, they make me yell, they make me cry tears of joy, and some days they make me cry tears of frustration and genuine hurt.

Today was one of those days.

I have spent an entire year putting together a show. Choreographing interesting, inspired pieces that are more than just your generic dance school routines. Finding costumes to compliment it, searching hours of music for the perfect song, spending evenings and late into the night creating choreography they will enjoy. I work hard. So when I am met with negative attitude from young people, for whom I only want the best, it can sting.

I’m struggling to write this and make much sense as it is very difficult to explain. I put my heart and soul into teaching my students. But it is not just about pointed toes and correct posture. On a weekly basis I listen to weeping teenagers when they fall out with friends. I mediate arguments, boost confidence, give pep talks, mentor, coach, help with homework, advise, de-stress and joke with my students. I provide career guidance, ego-boosts and a shoulder to cry on when it’s required. I try to instil in them a belief in themselves that they can carry through to other aspects of their lives. I show them how to use dance as a way of expressing themselves, of venting anger or just letting go. I try to inspire them to practice and continue to improve whilst letting them know that I am with them all the way.

Dance teaches more than technique and good form. It teaches team work, co-operation, self-esteem. It gives freedom of expression combined with a support network of fellow students. I loved my training as a child and young adult, and I have enjoyed all aspects of dance that I have worked in since. There were days when my teachers drove me crazy. But their fierce passion for my future as a dancer was so very real, it empowered me to put my ballet shoes back on and go to class the next day, to keep practicing that double turn until I nailed it, to dance through the pain of bleeding toes that had been wrapped up in pointe shoes for hours. To tap, spin, leap and kick my way through my exams and come out of the other end a better dancer and a confident adult.

Perhaps this blog post is really for me. Maybe I needed a reminder of the reasons that I do love my job. Everybody has bad days. Today I felt drained of every last ounce of energy I had left in me. I have given of myself, everything I can. I truly do understand why my teachers would get so mad. It was not because they were horrible people. It was through a genuine frustration at wanting the very best for each of their students. For each of us to achieve as much as we possibly could.

This is exactly what I want for my students, no matter how much they try to make it difficult. I try very hard to focus on the positive in all aspects of my life. Some days it is easier than others. Most things I can let go of, occasionally things get personal and it can be tricky to ignore it and not get upset. I need to learn to let myself get upset, and not beat myself up about the fact.

So, I will take what I can from today and learn from it. I have cried many tears today.
Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow will be better

Good night xx

Saturday, September 28, 2013

New Beginnings.......

So here I am, finally online after TWO WEEKS (!) of phone calls and yelling at the broadband company for not getting me connected and basically messing up the whole process from beginning to end. I won’t go into the story as it is long and boring and will just make me stressed.

Anyway! Moving on. Hello and welcome to my little blog. A small space of internet just for me to fill with opinions and stories and anything I think worth sharing. I hope you enjoy it.

So I am just coming up to the end of the second month of living in my new flat. This is the first time I have lived completely by myself. No parents, no flat mates, no siblings, not even any pets. Just me.
So far I have been enjoying the complete autonomy that living alone brings. During the first few weeks of moving in I got to choose every single thing that went into my home from colour schemes to soft furnishings, from radio station pre-sets to what is in the fridge. I can choose what I eat, when I eat it, when I go to bed and what I watch on TV without having to consider another individual and their preference/opinion.
This may sound a little selfish, however having come crashing spectacularly out of a long-term relationship about 8 months ago where I was forced to make all the decisions regarding house and home, and then promptly chastised for said decisions, you can see why this has been refreshing.

But, when the hustle and bustle of moving day was over, my new living room looking like a Turkish Bazaar with every single thing I owned in one room, and the front door finally clicked shut behind my (extremely tired) parents, the reality of it all sort of hit home for me.
Sitting on my newly-put-together bed (thanks Dad), and staring at the army of suitcases full of clothes waiting to be unpacked as well as the boxes containing my beloved and ever-growing shoe collection, I suddenly became aware of being absolutely on my own.

Now, do not get me wrong, I am not one of those girls who is defined by having a boyfriend. I have been accused in the past of being “fiercely independent” “impossible” and even “deliberately not-needy” whatever that is supposed to mean. I do actually have a new and extremely lovely boyfriend whom I think appreciates my “not-neediness”. But in that moment I realised that I am now solely responsible for my life and everything that happens in it. I am the Boss of me. I won’t lie to you, I was scared, I even had a little cry.

A week later and although my wobbly feeling hadn't fully subsided I was feeling better about the situation. The boxes were unpacked, my pictures were up and the afore mentioned BF had already started to leave his crap all over my tidy bedroom. Normality is restored. Almost.
It is now eight weeks in and I have so far discovered a leaky kitchen cupboard, a freezer door that falls off, a loud snoring neighbour and a spider who lives in the storage cupboard (also known as The Horrid). Aside from the teething problems, all is well, however I am still by myself. Coming home to an empty flat is strange and at times a little lonely. I have always thought of myself as somebody who is content with my own company, which I am, but now it is forced upon me I find myself craving the company of others. Basically, there is nobody to talk to, and I don’t like it.

So, at this time of new ventures I decided it would be the perfect time to start my blog. I have planned to do this for a long time and never got to it until now.
On unpacking all my worldly possessions I discovered that I have an obscene amount of

a) Shoes
b) Clothes
c) Make-up/beauty products
  
It is entirely possible that I have a small problem with shopping. I love it. Never have I left a Primark empty handed. Topshop has a strange gravitational pull whenever I pass the door, Superdrug calls to me, I can hear it, I can actually hear it.
Therefore here will be not only procrastinating on various topics that interest/influence me, I shall also be sharing my latest fashion and beauty purchases with you all should you be interested.
I love to read other peoples blogs and watch haul videos on YouTube. This is for the simple reason that I am nosey and like looking at what everybody has been buying. If you have found this blog because you do this too, hooray! Let’s be nosey together.
Incidently if you have any opinions on any of the products/thoughts on here then let me know. Comments are actively encouraged, but be nice! If you don’t like my blog that is absolutely okay with me, but let’s not fill the internet with negative energy and unfriendly-ness hey?

Come back and visit soon

For now, I'm out :-)