Then, I was out of work at the dance studio for a week after becoming massively ill. Recovered just in time to eke out two performances, then left to spend a week in Pennsylvania. I came back to Houston for two days to do Nutcracker, then left to spend a week roaming the Hill Country of Texas. Came back, enjoyed a two-day spiritual quest full of meditation and reflection and Zen-like experience.
As you can see, any concept of a "routine" that I may have had has long since turned to dust.
But now we're back-- it's the first Monday after New Years. I have not danced in a week; I have not taught in nearly a month, this week kicks off Alice In Wonderland rehearsals and a return to my ensemble's rehearsals. I'm so nervous, I could puke right now.
Where are my anti-anxiety pills?
So, ah, if anybody needs me, I'll be over here biting my nails and trying to reign in my anxiety long enough to put on a leotard. Catch you later