Monthly Archives: September 2014

Writing 101: Serially Lost – Dancing Acumen

The assignment is to write about something you’ve lost and then make this part of a three-part series

I was once an okay dancer, but I got into grad school for dance because of my  talent for choreography. I had to take technique classes with the undergraduate students. They were better dancers than I was, but I persisted, and I improved. I became an okay dancer with some technical skills. I would never get into one of the top companies in New York, but I could have gotten into a company. Maybe a company that paid its dancers a small salary. Thing is, I didn’t really want to be in a dance company. I realized after four years of taking seven technique classes a week; I didn’t like dancing that much. I liked dancing, but it wasn’t my passion.

So I resigned myself to being a person who has undergraduate and graduate degrees in something they have no plans to use. Then I moved to Bloomington, IN and got involved in a dance company  that offered no pay except for free dance classes. I got REALLY involved with this group because it allowed me to keep dancing and have a social life. At some point, the work required to be in this company outweighed the rewards.

This story is beginning to take too long to tell so I’ll move on to my hysterectomy in 2009. I had my uterus removed because of a fibroid tumor that started to get too large to be tolerated. After the surgery, I stopped dancing so I could recover. I think that’s when my body stopped being the body I used to know. I won’t go into details because I’m sure a fairly complex set of circumstances contributed to my sense of being unfit for dance. A major contributor to my problem was my weak ankles. I finally went to a foot doctor who recognized that my high arches were causing the problem. He prescribed orthotics  and physical therapy. Now I’m on the upswing, but I have a ways to go. I understand that part of my problem is really tight hip flexors. This makes it seem as if my leg muscles are weak. They aren’t really all that weak, rather they are fighting against too  tight antagonist muscles. I don’t know if antagonist is the word I’m looking for, but I’m going to leave it.

I won’t go into too much detail about how I seem to come down with what feels like a mild flu  every month. I’ve chalked that up to PMS. This faux flu feeling has been causing me to exercise less because I just don’t have the energy. I found however, that when I went to PT during this flu-like time I was forced to push through the tiredness. That means I can work out hard most days of the month. That’s what I need to do. Will that improve my dancing? Will getting in better shape bring my dancing body back? We’ll see.

I just realized that this post can easily be serialized as I track my progress in reclaiming my body.

Next time I’ll write about visualizing myself dancing well. I should also talk about making a plan to get fitter.




Falling or perhaps failing

I just don’t want to do anything. I signed up for Writing 101 and have so far only done one post. There is a post in the hopper, but I’ll be taking my own sweet time on it. All of that learning to make jewelry I want to do has not been happening. I did finish a paper for my Digital Libraries class, so I’m not completely lazy.

I have managed to take quite a few pictures thanks to my trusty iPhone.

Here’s how the Wells Library Learning Commons is going.

Learning Commons in Wells Library at IUB

Construction is nearing completion!

Learning Commons under construction

Learning Commons

And the flowers are dying.

Dead flowers

Yellow flowers yellow no more

Writing 101 Day One: Free Writing

I could write about the weather, but I won’t. I could write about laughter, music, song, and dance. I could write about dance because I sometimes call myself a dancer.

Do I want to be a dancer or do I want to be a digital librarian? Do I want to just sell things on eBay and Amazon? Do I want to paint and draw?

I’ve found that I love dogs, but I try to keep loving cats. I was born a cat person. Sometimes I wish I was a cat. Cats are so graceful. They sleep all day, and they stretch out their limbs seemingly from wall to wall and beyond.

Dogs, on the other hand, like to smell stuff. They receive the world through their noses. I think that would be overwhelming for me. I wonder if a cat’s sense of smell is as good as a dog’s. There must be research on that somewhere. I won’t investigate. I don’t care that much.

I like taking Benadryl to help me sleep. I try not take it every night. It’s not addicting. I can sleep without it, but I just like the feeling of being out, out, out. Melatonin seems to work for me sometimes, or it might be the placebo effect.

I need a photo to go with this post.

Picture of phone self-portrait

Digital Libraries and Hot Air Balloons

I’m in class (Digital Libraries), thinking about how complicated this field is.

Then I stopped writing and decided to pay attention to the lecture.



Now I continue this post and mention that Writing 101 starts next week. I’m hoping to participate as fully as I can because I want to be a better writer.

I spent a few hours in the new Scholars’ Commons working on my assignment for Digital Libraries. It was a good experience. I felt like a scholar! I should have taken a picture while I was there.

Dad and I went to the Kiwanis Club of South Central Indiana Hot Air Balloon Fest at the Monroe County Fairgrounds. It was kind of neat, but I don’t think I ever need to go to this type of event again. I did take pictures and video. It was a lovely day.

Dad taking photo

Dad taking photos of balloons

Old woman who lived in a shoe and Smokey Bear

Smokey Bear and Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe