This has been a difficult few weeks. And I hate to rant and rave because I find that’s all I do here, but I suppose that’s exactly why I’m using this, to get those feelings out. 

But my dance teacher of 15 years passed away last week, she was my mentor, my instructor, but most of all my friend. She taught me more than dance steps, she taught me poise and grace, elegance and class, she taught me that hard work can pay off and she, of course, instilled in me a love and passion for dance. I would not be the person I am today without her. The service was a wonderful reunion of old and present dancers, all mourning the loss of our dear friend. Many tears were shed, but we all managed to find a way through our collective sorrow to celebrate the amazing impact she had on each one of us. She will never be forgotten.

On top of this sudden passing, my mother is getting remarried Saturday. I am happy for her, but it’s been just the two of us for as long as I can remember and I’m having quite a difficult time with it. It’s stirring up emotions I’d rather push away. So my next best alternative is to find protection. Find comfort in hiding. Which is actually not comfort, but cowardice.