I think we all had a bad day today—all my kids and I. My favorite students (we lie when we say we don’t have any) and I seemed to have conflicts galore—bad stuff in some cases. And it is fighting with people you love, so it feels cruddy.

The sad thing, though, is that it almost helps. You don’t want conflict but at least it doesn’t leave everything rose colored. And then in the midst of that—literally while I was on the phone with a student, an email came in that was the other side of all this. Timing is everything.

This week has been truly awful as I crashed into the depths of seeking and hid in my own world. Sometimes you have to. This is the end of the year. The end of the season. A week from now I will be in New York City. Two weeks from tomorrow back in Los Angeles. Everything has come down to the wire.

I am glad I did double pirouettes this morning. I needed them.