Another day, another injury...

It amazes me how quickly the weeks pass here... I feel like I just moved and getting through orientation. In reality I am in the thick of final papers and projects, with my final showing for my dance tuesday. AHHHHHHHHH how did that happen?

This week I was nursing a strained left hamstring which was an interesting challenge for me. I learned how to modify and take care of my body while still completing everything and never stopping. I also had a really good day friday (to a certain extent). 

Friday I woke up to Ross still being awake. He had just gotten home from work and was getting ready for bed. For some reason being able to talk to him before I started my day made me so happy. I smiled like a school girl throughout my day. I had Contemporary 3 with Gwen and my hamstring was almost back to normal so I was feeling pretty good (plus that boost of love still radiating). During the combination she approached me and said that I'm doing a great job of blending all my training in class and exploring and experimenting really well. Then she said she realized she never really gives me much feedback and that I was doing a good job and she is happy with my work (that made me feel better, even though I still greatly desire feedback). 

In grad sem later that day I was working through the problem of the ending of my dance (still has problems). Sara could tell I was more than the normal flustered, luckily we stopped working and she just talked to me and had me explain what I wanted to accomplish and the obstacles in the way. To be honest - right now I'm not sure if I hate my dance or if its acceptable. Unfortunately, if I do hate it, it's too late to really change it now...

oh well

So this weekend I wanted to make myself feel good... so I made pumpkin bread! Then I made rosemary muffins and turkey, bean, leek, and butternut squash soup (and I bought popcorn and a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream).

Pumpkin Bread

recipe

For the muffin and soup recipes read on...

The hand that burns probably holds the knife

I've created this challenge to myself completely unconsciously for some reason that I want to cook something new and different every week. I guess it is a way to keep myself busy. Food is very comforting and challenging; it has played a large part of my life. I figure if I fail as a dancer or choreographer I'll open a bakery or cafe. Sometimes I wonder if food was my true calling, I watched Julia Child as a kid in stead of Barney. I used to pretend cook and I've always loved the feel of flour in my hands. who knows maybe I'll be so successful as an artist I'll have the income to open a cafe with out a problem. 

I think another part of this food obsession is  a need to fill in the place of my local cafes in SLO, I'm sort of making my home my own cafe (minus the fancy coffee). 

My parents said something that really resonated to me this morning, find something that makes you happy. I'm obviously not happy in my personal life (very happy in my school life). Coming home is hard and the weekends are especially hard and lonely. I have no one to talk to and tell my ideas for my dance. Or how I'm worried that my contemporary teacher doesn't really give me corrections or comments on my work. I want to be noticed and corrected so I can improve and I feel like sometimes I'm invisible. I'd like to tell someone I'm scared I'm screwing up Dawn's dance because I over think EVERYTHING and then panic. Maybe I need to make a calming soup next time instead of a hot and sour one...

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