Keep On Keeping On

"Keep On Keeping On. Keep On Keeping On. Keep On Keeping On."

This became my mantra said in time with the rhythm of my feet as I ran 6 avenues attempting to reach 34th Street between 10th and 11th Avenue before 6:40am.

What? You don't enjoy a brisk jog with a 25 lb backpack through New York City at 6am? Why the hell not?!

For the record. I don't enjoy this either. In the past 48 hours I have spent over 12 of them on public transportation, and I am so tired I could fall asleep sitting up right now. I have gotten maybe 10 hours of sleep total in the past two days and I am not to be trifled with right now for I would probably bite your head off. Just saying.

I had an audition in NYC for Pilobolus. If you don't know who they are, look them up. They are fantastic. Oh...I never said. By the way. I"m a dancer. I went to college for Dance and am currently attempting to get my Master's in Dance Therapy. Whoop. I forgot that I never quite got around to saying much about myself in that fail of an introductory post. Ha.

So basically Tuesday morning I woke up at 3:30am, caught a train to Boston at 4:45am, and took a bus from Boston to NYC at 7am. This put me in New York at 12pm. Whereupon I met up briefly with friends and then headed over to said audition. I was cut after round 1, which is ok. I'm tough, I can handle rejection, and I had so much fun just dancing that it didn't really matter to me.

I then spend several hours wandering Times Square waiting for one of my very close friends to get out of work. Of course I shouldn't be allowed to wander anywhere by myself, as I was promptly hit on by a black man in a monster suit who wanted to make "an Obama" with me. I swear the weirdest people find me. There is actually even some debate about whether I should be let out of my house at all considering the track record of ridiculous things that have happened to me.

Then this morning I woke up at 5am, and then proceded to sprint down 6 avenues to make my bus home in time. I made it, and then spend the next 7 or so hours in transit so I could get to work on time. The whole time muttering/thinking I just have to keep on keeping on.

Because isn't that the truth? We all have dreams.Me?  I want to be a professional dancer. I want to be a dance therapist. I'm sure you all have that one special dream too. And of course, we all strive to reach them, but sometimes we fall a little short. But do we give up? Well some people do. But not me. Someday, I will reach my goals. It may not be in the exact capacity that I imagine them, but it will be wonderful and it will all finally work out timing wise. So until then, what will I be doing?

Oh you know, I'm just going to keep on keeping on. ;)