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Moar posting! Slow day? How dare you insinuate... ;)

There's a master class sometime in mid-February. Brilliant progress hasn't been made, either on the modern stuff I'm doing (which comes easily), or on the extremely difficult stuff (Chopin Nocturne Op. 55/1 anyone?)... But at least I'm steadily progressing. So nice to be moving again. I was feeling like a stagnant late summer pond, gazing out at and reflecting the same tired trees and hazy sky, no rocks in my path, mud in murky depths. And squirrel pee. Now at least I'm trickling through the fissures, finding new vistas.

I came to a realization the other night that despite it originally being a "borrowed toy," I am supposed to dance. I now claim it for my own and will make from it something that is completely mine. It won't belong to the people I'm so meanly delighted to compete with. It won't belong to a shadowed, meek, insecure iteration of me that I've been putting to rest over the past couple years.

I can't read the news right now. Hurts too much. I'd never get anything done, I'd get fired, and then I wouldn't be able to afford the internets that bring me all the bad news. And then I'd feel guilty about not hurting.