Lately, I've been struck with this fine idea that I'm spending the
next few years or many years in anticipation and preparation for the
homecoming of whoever I'm destined to be with. It's a wonderful idea.
I'm not wondering, I'm simply waiting. The difference is the element of
inevitability contained in the latter, and the lack of it in the
former.
In the meantime, my study of ballet has taken on
a level of seriousness that I never would have predicted not a year
ago. I go to class nearly every day, practice and stretch for another
hour (sometimes more) after each class, then go to my favorite gelato
palace to take notes and think about ballet for
awhile before cracking opening my Arabic book. It's become rather
obsessive, I admit, and all-consuming. Absolute bliss.
Because
of this all-consuming dedication to ballet, I am left with little time
for socializing, and so find myself leading a rather solitary life of
late. In another lifetime, this would have bothered me greatly, but
nowadays, I am driven more by a sense of purpose than by a desire for
camaraderie. It's a different sort of fun.
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