6 am …..

FRIDAY MORNING FOR HAIR AND MAKE-UP.

DON’T BOTHER BREWING ANY COFFEE …. I’LL JUST CHEW THE BEANS ….

january blahs …

So, here I am, reflecting on how it’s almost the middle of the 1st month of a New Year, and wallowing in that terrible anti-climactic, there’s nothing going on, I’m blue and out-of-sorts feeling.

So much energy went into the the last couple of weeks in December — my Silver Pin check-out, our Studio’s Trophy Ball, and The City’s Challenge, and now they’re only memories closing out 2015. Even last week’s studio session seems more like years ago rather than days. I do believe I’m a bona fide adrenaline junkie, and I’m badly in need of a fix!

Also contributing to my malaise is this being the first year I’m not participating in any of the studio showcases (more about that in a future post). They were always good for filling any down time in January, April, September and October.

There are, however, a few rays of sunshine to be found in all this dreariness … it’s pretty much a given that I’ll be competing again in February, switching over to smooth for the New York Dance Festival in Manhattan; there’s coaching with Madame on Thursday; and, of course, finding out how much Peabody is lodged in my muscle memory. I’m thinking of re-introducing it into my competitive repertoire (I actually got through a couple of measures of basic 8 count without tripping over my own feet … or The Icon’s).

I’m also wondering if I’m just a little burned out from the never-ending focus on technique. Yes, I love dancing. I love competing. But it seems that the drive to get better is ruling out just getting on the floor and having fun.

OK, enough of that. It’s a New Year, and I’m kicking down the door and strutting in with my New Attitude firmly in place.

Besides, I can’t think of a better remedy for the january blahs than Peabody !!!