Rehearsals started last week. Classes start this week. My mind is slowly letting go of the luxury of sleeping in and doing nothing really that important. But it doesn't feel like Summer during childhood when the last weeks of August marked the end of freedom. I'm excited to go back into the studio and see I can do and what my students can do. I'm excited to meet my new dancers and see progress in returning ones.
Growing up, Summers were remembered by big events accompanied by big emotions and big memories: The Summer we moved, The Summer I went to Yosemite, The Summer I went to Paris, The Summer of weddings, The Summer of concerts in the park.
As I get older, Summers blur together- perhaps it's because I don't feel as deeply so these events don't sink into my memory as well. Things aren't new and excitement isn't as overwhelming. If I'm honest, unless I go through this blog, I don't really remember what I did last Summer except see my mom. Well, that's an overriding memory and rightly so. But still... I know there were many memories I should have kept but somehow I let them go. Somehow I let Summer get away.
So now I have a new resolve: feel more deeply so I can remember my life.