Life, especially as one gets older, has a way of interfering with art. I am at that stage.
For the past six months, I’ve had to step away from dance due to family circumstances. Having a husband who has chronic health issues, a disabled dog, eye surgery and an elderly mother, my life has been hijacked.
The biggest interruption was having to place my mom into skilled nursing after a round of hospitals and physical rehab. Dealing with hospitals, rehab, skilled nursing, attorneys, Medicaid, city hall, house clean-out, real estate agents and family was daunting and time-consuming.
Finally, as winter breaks into spring, I’m beginning to sprout back to life.
Issues remain, but are not as intense. I’m literally seeing things more clearly. There is light at the end of the tunnel.
In April, I’m back to instructing dance locally and am back to Chautauqua to instruct in August. I have a month to whip myself back into dancer mode.
There’s nothing wrong with new beginnings.