In many ways, my life is the same as it was four years ago, when I was a senior in high school. I am at the barre every morning, I dance the repertoire of a professional company, I teach ballet, and I create my own ballets.
Back then, I was in ballet class at LVPA by 8am (or at the K. Magyar School of Dance in the afternoons), I had just started as a Junior Apprentice to the PA Dance Vision Repertory Ensemble; I taught one class at a dance studio in the slate-mining town of Nazareth and was creating my own work at school, at the studio, and in Dance Dynamics (which I would later direct).
Now, even though time has passed and the places are different, the ritual is the same: I'm in ballet class every day (be it open class, company class, or jumping into a class at the studio where I teach), juggle dancing with two companies, teach a small battery of classes at a studio outside the city, and I create my own work both at that studio and in my own small chamber ballet. These days I live alone in the city where I dance; three months after finishing school I lived alone in the small mountain town where the dance company resided. I didn't sleep much back then, and I still don't; but my laundry will always be comprised of more leotards and tights than anything else. It's comforting to see that, despite all the ups and downs and changes in life, the general style of life is steadfast-- and joyful.