A few days ago I told my dancers we would not be presenting The Nutcracker this coming December. The responses ranged from "You can't always be Superwoman" to "My Senior year is ruined without The Nutcracker."
I knew there would be broken hearts but in the end, after a perfect conversation with Lesley about putting our own oxygen masks on first, I made the agonizing decision to give my energy to other things this Fall ~ like seeing the leaves change in New England. Being a desert dweller, I have only seen the leaves change en masse once in my life.
Even though hearts were broken, a single rose opened in all it's glory in my garden promising beauty and a new beginning. The sharp prick of my message to my ballerinas will not, in the end, keep them from blossoming. xoxo Amy
The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.
~ Ovid (Poet, born 43BC)