It was bound to happen.
What do you expect after my life for the past three weeks has revolved around the same thing.
Dance.
Specifically Nutcracker.
So, what makes a dancer? What's it like to be in my shoes... literally.
What does it mean to be a Dancer?
--It means working for months on a three-minute song.
--It means practicing until you know a dance even in your sleep.
--It means hours of rehearsals.
--It means working your muscles so hard that breathing hurts.
--It means falling asleep while standing up from pure exhaustion.
--It means finding random bruises on your body.
--It means your toes feel like they have been run over by an 18-wheeler.
--It means putting on ten-pounds of stage makeup on you and your friends.
--It means changing your whole wardrobe in under a minute.
--It means whispering, behind the curtain, to your friends telling them how nervous you are.
--It means smiling despite any mess-ups or shooting pains you may have.
--It means you are overcome with pride and satisfaction after finishing a dance.
--It means your sisters (and brother) look at you like a hero after finishing a show.
--It means your parents telling you, "You're the best!", and give you a bouquet of red roses.
--and... It means needing new pointe shoes... again! (Sorry Dad!)
Arabian from the Nutcracker
Let them praise His name in the dance... {Psalm 149:3}
