dreamer.

Well. I have finished four out of my nine finals for the semester. I have five more in the next three days. I should have spent the weekend studying. Right now I should be stressed out or reviewing notes or maybe even getting ready for bed. I should be cramming. I should be making flash cards or frantically searching for answers...... but for some reason.. 

all I can think about right now is how wonderful life would be if I were... 

a gypsy. 

How truly fabulous. Travelling the world from place to place. Dancing in the streets. Running away from everything. I would for sure run away to Europe. The streets of London are calling my name I believe. And then to Spain. And Ireland. I have always wanted to see Whales. Scotland. Ahhhh so much freedom? Seriously. Imagine that.

or a professional ballerina.

Imagine the calloused feet and aching joints. Or the incredibly toned muscles and the inner and outer strength that would be achieved. Imagine the blood, sweat, and tears. Imagine the complete gratification of being able to be apart of moving art and inspiring amateur dancers such as myself to become great. Ahhh how wonderfully fulfilling.

or a writer. 

Hiding deep in the streets of Manhattan. 

Perhaps aching to be published in the copious columns of big time NY magazines. 

Or maybe just striving to become that delicious book discovered in the corner of an antique store, seventy five years from now. Or maybe just living off of that thrill of knowing that someone likes what you have to say.

Perhaps in another lifetime.

photo sources.

I believe in Fairies.

So, when I missed the Magrath ballet production of The Little Mermaid last year, I was a wee bit upset. I heard so many great things about it. I officially decided I would be attending their next production... 

no matter what.

 Steph wanted to as well. Perfect.

Later, I found out that three girls that I danced with when I was in high school had started taking lessons in Magrath as well. All the more reason to go watch, right?

Here I am, exactly one year later to the day, and I did it.

And I am so impressed. 

Beyond impressed. 

I feel like I just watched a professional ballet, and I'm not even exaggerating.

Just so everyone knows.

Amazing.

Their production was Peter Pan.

It was magical. So many sparkles.

Honestly, they even flew and stuff.

Their technique was incredible.

The entire thing was just so creative. I was completely drawn in the entire show.

They were in character the entire time.. even during blackouts.

I had perma-shivers.

Oh. 

I even cried.

Did I mention they flew?!

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(I didn't take any pictures. I would have felt so creepy. I guess you just don't get to see any pictures of how amazing it was. Go to their production next June and see for yourself.)

And you know what else I noticed?

No matter who you were,

you had an important part.

No matter what your role was,

it was an important one.

Everyone was so fabulous.

Everyone was their best.

Everyone felt good about themselves.

I think thats how life should be.