Musings

First off, curse whomever gave me this stupid cold. I can't breathe, can't sleep and feel generally rotten. I'm whiny and I know I'm whiny which just makes me irritated with myself but I can't help it. I feel lousy but not really lousy enough to call into work, so yeah...fun Monday. I know part of it is totally my fault, I should have just stayed in bed all weekend instead of going out Saturday and Sunday night but oh well. Right, so, enough complaining.

I went and saw The Nutcracker performed by the Joffrey Ballet at the Detroit Opera House last night and it was so beautiful. I haven't been to the ballet in a million years and can't remember the last time I actually saw The Nutcracker live. It made me all ready for Christmas and really brought back the days when I wanted desperately to grow up and be a ballerina. I have such admiration for the dancers, it was incredible and I just can't fathom how they can make it through an entire ballet on pointe and not just be crippled with pain. I mean, I got far enough in ballet that I got my pointe shoes, but good god, the pain was excruciating. As a skater I skated through pain plenty of times, but I don't think it really ever compared to the pain of pointe shoes.

There were so many kids at the performance too which I thought was really great. Sometimes you wonder if parents take kids to stuff like that anymore or if they just plop them in front of the tv or computer instead of doing "cultural" stuff, but there were tons of them there last night. It was so cute too because some of them just seemed blown away by it all and really, who wouldn't be even as an adult? It got me thinking about something. I mean, the 2 year old little girl sitting behind me loved the "princess" (Sugar Plum Fairy) but so did I and I'm 27. So, do you ever outgrow that little, tiny bit of you that wants to be a princess? I mean, sure, I know I'll never be a ballerina, but hey, there's still a part of me that loves the whole sequins, glitter, and tutu type stuff. Is it just me? Is it all women to some extent or do some people lose that sort of awe and love and little-girlishness inside? Maybe I'm nuts but I just sort of couldn't help but wonder. I guess even if I am nuts it would be kind of sad to totally lose that awe and wonder.

Oh well, never mind me. Maybe it's the lack of sleep talking...
Ciao,
Sasha