It is calculated to be the most depressing day of the year.
You can read about it here: http://www.squidoo.com/depressingday
I suppose you could say I was feeling a little under the weather on Monday, but it was a bit more than that. With combination of dramatic news and cold weather, my head was buzzing by the afternoon. Not the nice kind of buzzing that I hear a good dose of alcohol gives you, but a warm, sluggish, nothingmakingsense kind of buzzing.
I wasn't quite feeling all that active. What I really wanted to do more than anything was crawl back into bed, curl up in a ball and sleep.
Being let out about half an hour early from management class was nice, but walking to the streetcar stop was nothing more and nothing less than cold. Frigid, windy, cold. For once, I wish I had one of those embarrassingly puffy coats that go down past your knees.
As I walked down Jarvis, I noted that Tuesday must be garbage collection day.
When I walked into the studio, my head cleared. Just a bit. Or I'd like to think so at least.
I'm still afraid of disappointment, my extensions that now barely reach 90 degrees, my centre is soft, my feet are now weak. But, I was already there and all I should do is to take it as it is. Then came warm-up, tendus, pliés...and at the end of the rond de jambe, we posed: Arabesque à terre with arms reaching back just a little.
The teacher asks me to demonstrate it. Feeling a little awkward and a little déjà vu, I plié and chassé into arabesque.
The lady behind me at the bar leans over and whispers, "your arabesque is gorgeous."
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