today was so full! the weather was beautiful so Olive and I spent the day outdoors.
high park is lovely in autumn:
this was the best part of my day. i should have never left the park..
..so i left the park.
and while i was biking, olive's front tire got caught in a streetcar rail. she was fine, but i really hurt my left shoulder... it's really achy and doesn't want to move very much.
which wasn't great because i was off to my very first ever dance class. modern dance at the city dance corps.
i almost cried. not because of the shoulder-- that i can manage. dance i cannot. i'm terrible! following choreography is difficult! i'm constantly in my head thinking, "oh god what comes next?" that my movements are all choppy. at first i didnt really mind, but after an hour and a half of being a half step behind and craning my neck to follow everyone else... guh, i was absolutely frustrated and seriously considered just walking out. but i'll go back. week after week after masochistic week. and maybe, just maybe-- i will be able to keep up for ten seconds by the end of it. or perhaps i'll be able to enjoy the movement for the sake of moving.
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| so many leaves! |
this was the best part of my day. i should have never left the park..
..so i left the park.
and while i was biking, olive's front tire got caught in a streetcar rail. she was fine, but i really hurt my left shoulder... it's really achy and doesn't want to move very much.
which wasn't great because i was off to my very first ever dance class. modern dance at the city dance corps.
i almost cried. not because of the shoulder-- that i can manage. dance i cannot. i'm terrible! following choreography is difficult! i'm constantly in my head thinking, "oh god what comes next?" that my movements are all choppy. at first i didnt really mind, but after an hour and a half of being a half step behind and craning my neck to follow everyone else... guh, i was absolutely frustrated and seriously considered just walking out. but i'll go back. week after week after masochistic week. and maybe, just maybe-- i will be able to keep up for ten seconds by the end of it. or perhaps i'll be able to enjoy the movement for the sake of moving.
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