Wake up, go to work, go to school.  Wake up, go to work, cook dinner, go to school. Wake up, exhausted push through work, push to clean, push to cook, sit through school straining to stay awake. Wake up and constantly stress and wonder where I will be in five years and if I am making the right choices on a daily basis... then finally, after a week of chaos it's Sunday.

 Before I began dancing on Sunday, it was a day to evaluate my previous week and prepare for the next. A day to once again stress over the many obstacles that face us on a daily basis. I now consider Sunday to be a day of rebirth.  On Sundays I now wake up, appreciate the wonderful husband I have sleeping next to me and smile at the simple act of getting dressed in a hurry before meeting my sister and best friends outside to carpool to yoga. After yoga I grab a snack at my mom's house and say a quick hi and bye to my Poppy before leaving for modern dance.

 I'm just as busy on Sunday as I am during the week but I own a feeling of relaxation. I say OWN because today is the one day that I feel in possession of myself. Through dance I am able to feel what life is all about. Through dance I realize that every minute of every day cannot be planned and executed. For the routine that is danced with precision and perfect execution, isn't nearly as effectual as a dance that is danced from the heart and the soul.


-San

"I picture you in the sun"