These recent blog entries will likely get me in some kind of trouble—but I can’t live in fear. I hope I will have grace.

Anyway, dance is on my mind—I am looking at the civic ballet brochure I have and trying to decide if I want to go that venue for the other classes or what. I am going to be so busy with dance that I am going to find out how much I really love it. For example, one of my options has me dancing from the time I get off work on Tuesdays until 8:30 at night with only a dinner break. The civic ballet has more than one class I can take, but the cost is rather high. I have to be careful, big time. Still, if I am going to take 4 classes a week, then at least one should be different than ballet. So do I endure jazz, modern, tap, or hip hop? I am not a big fan of any! I am such a purist ballerina! If I dance that much and get decent and lose more weight, I could actually dance more in public. I will have to work, but I could. . Dancing is like breathing to me and I must have it.

In Texas they are preparing for the women’s conference. I am not there. I could be doing some gorgeous dances in beautiful costumes. It is very hard to not be there. I would give anything to spend every Sunday driving to Dallas again. But the bottom line is that I must dance. I must. If the colleges and civic ballets will receive me, then I will come. I will no longer fight or pitch a fight over the desires in me; I will merely do what I have to do. It will never be the whole piece, but it is something.

Icing on the cake, only there is no cake. No foundation. But it is still icing.