Hi everyone!
Ah, let's talk about something that starts in five days: National Novel Writing Month, aka, NaNoWriMo. It's where you sit down and write 50K words in one month, a novel. It doesn't sound like fun this year, and let me elaborate, if I may.
First, it's going to be a lot of work. With my current relationship and other friendships, this will be a lot of work in general. Socially, I might just tell everyone "good-bye" for the month, only, I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that. Any other NaNoers have any suggestions?
Second, I'm the president of a book club! I know, super exciting, right? I started with along with a Freshman in my high school, and the first meeting was last Friday! So, I'd say that things are going pretty smoothly. I'll be posting on it as time goes by, expanding my hobbies and stuff. Because only true leaders should write blogs and blah blah blah.
Third, I am going to a HOBY convention in TEN DAYS! Oh my cows, where has the time gone? I need clothes and sweaters and shirts and to look professional and goodness this is going to be a lot of work! But while I'm there I'll learn a lot about how to be a leader, what to think about being a leader, how to act out leading--and a lot of this stuff can help with the book club! So, yay conventions!
Fourth, I am a tree nymph in my town's production of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. Pretty exciting, eh? I'm very hyped about this and it should be a lot of fun! I cannot wait to get rolling, and just a little less than a month before opening night--and I haven't rehearsed at all! Scary, right? Well, no. Well, we'll see. I'm kinda nervous due to my lack of practicing, but it shouldn't be too hard, yes? YES.
Fifth, NANOWRIMO. Can I just voice how absolutely terrified I am for this? Yes? Alright: I am HORRIFIED FOR NANO. I don't even know if I can do it! But I will try, and I will vlog every day that I can for NaNo (not the convention days, though, sorry!). I know this blog has been lacking and will continue to lack, but I will be making video content for sure. So, hopefully this works out okay. :)
Anyway, five major huge stressors and we're not even talking about blacksmithing yet! That'll be so much fun, I can't wait to introduce you all to it. Haha. Hahahahaha.
But prayer request: There's something a bit odd with my body right now, and I'd love to have some supportive prayers. <3 I can't elaborate, but it's freaking me out and I'm finding it hard to trust God in the moment.
Cheers!
Jenn
Are you participating in NaNoWriMo? What are your biggest stresses right now? How do you relieve them? If you could give one piece of general advice to the first person that comes to your mind, what would it be?
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Let's Talk: Saying Goodbye to Ballet
Hi everyone!
This post is going to be... erm, difficult for me. And for reasons that hopefully can be understood. Because right now, we're going to talk about why I had to say goodbye to my first passion, ballet. It wasn't a guy, it wasn't an obsession, it was a passion. It was something that was supposed to give me a future. A life.
But not anymore.
I started heavily thinking about quitting in 2012. It was late in the year, I had just started pointe, I was happy with my dancing but not with my body. In fact, it became hard to deal with my body looking so... awkward. I didn't look pretty en pointe. I looked weird. Stocky, heavy, even when I was fully lifted. I couldn't close first position because my calf muscles were too big. I started missing Irish dancing--not because it was better, but because I was better built for it. Ballet was something amazing, but Irish dancing was more fitting for me.
And then I danced in a showcase in May 2013. It was a fundraiser for school, and I did a more jazzy routine. I thought it looked okay. But after having my mom video tape it, I thought something different. The technique, positions, everything was on--but it still looked awkward. I cried that night harder than any other time I had ever cried. It was like being put through a breakup... because my passion couldn't take it.
It wasn't until this past July that I went back. I was determined to get better, to start running, to stop eating so much, to become skinnier and get rid of my bulky muscles forever. But then, something else ended up stopping me, and killing my career: Achilles tendonitis.
It was only after three weeks of being back at ballet that I started having a hard time walking. The bottoms of my heels hurt, my calves hurt, and my Achilles couldn't bear to be stretched. Something was wrong, and after talking to both my mom and my dance teacher, we made the hardest decision I've ever had to make: I quit dance.
I don't think the impact of it has hit yet. I still think about going back, about barre, about everything. But it's already October and my Achilles are still incredibly sensitive, and I often have to take it easy. Irish dancing has been cut back, any dancing has to be limited to twenty or so minutes--it's the cruelest trick of fate there ever was.
And now the hardest part is replacing that hobby with something else. I'm back to blogging, writing, researching, focusing on this new relationship, and hopefully am going to find something. Something to replace that passion. It's a hard road, but this blog'll probably get a lot more interesting. (:
Cheers!
Jenn
This post is going to be... erm, difficult for me. And for reasons that hopefully can be understood. Because right now, we're going to talk about why I had to say goodbye to my first passion, ballet. It wasn't a guy, it wasn't an obsession, it was a passion. It was something that was supposed to give me a future. A life.
But not anymore.
I started heavily thinking about quitting in 2012. It was late in the year, I had just started pointe, I was happy with my dancing but not with my body. In fact, it became hard to deal with my body looking so... awkward. I didn't look pretty en pointe. I looked weird. Stocky, heavy, even when I was fully lifted. I couldn't close first position because my calf muscles were too big. I started missing Irish dancing--not because it was better, but because I was better built for it. Ballet was something amazing, but Irish dancing was more fitting for me.
And then I danced in a showcase in May 2013. It was a fundraiser for school, and I did a more jazzy routine. I thought it looked okay. But after having my mom video tape it, I thought something different. The technique, positions, everything was on--but it still looked awkward. I cried that night harder than any other time I had ever cried. It was like being put through a breakup... because my passion couldn't take it.
It wasn't until this past July that I went back. I was determined to get better, to start running, to stop eating so much, to become skinnier and get rid of my bulky muscles forever. But then, something else ended up stopping me, and killing my career: Achilles tendonitis.
It was only after three weeks of being back at ballet that I started having a hard time walking. The bottoms of my heels hurt, my calves hurt, and my Achilles couldn't bear to be stretched. Something was wrong, and after talking to both my mom and my dance teacher, we made the hardest decision I've ever had to make: I quit dance.
I don't think the impact of it has hit yet. I still think about going back, about barre, about everything. But it's already October and my Achilles are still incredibly sensitive, and I often have to take it easy. Irish dancing has been cut back, any dancing has to be limited to twenty or so minutes--it's the cruelest trick of fate there ever was.
And now the hardest part is replacing that hobby with something else. I'm back to blogging, writing, researching, focusing on this new relationship, and hopefully am going to find something. Something to replace that passion. It's a hard road, but this blog'll probably get a lot more interesting. (:
Cheers!
Jenn
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