Dancers can be so competetive. Having just returned from a magical visit to the seaside sanatorium - my homeopath said the sea air would be good for my bronchioles - the scales are falling from my eyes. There certainly is a lot of whispering and gossipy giggling, a lot of manly "'sup dude"'s conspicuously not directed at Lenya, certainly quite a bit of griping about our modern dance instructor. Now one of the lovely ladies I have grown to admire, Raina, tells me she is thinking about leaving in December. Well, there's still a long time between now and December. Just visiting the sanatorium helped me keep a broad perspective - just think, Lenya could come back and dance at the sanatorium some day, and that day may not be too far off. Yes, we just need to surround ourselves with people who are working on the difficult lifts - not people who want to go cutting the tips out of our pointe shoes, as they say.
Well, it turns out that the Carolina Chocolate Drops are performing a little show tonight, and I'm thinking about going even though we are having individual pirouette critiques on Friday...