goodbye summer

The summer begins to cool down and that familiar scent of early September morning returns. It begins to almost feel like Fall and the beginning of a new school year. Books, pencils, crayons, new clothes, getting back into that old routine. I'm looking forward to it.

I just realized that my first day of HS was 8 years ago! My little cousin (whose diapers I changed) is starting high school in a few days. That's made me think about my age, lol. I'll be in college for about 3 more years. Most of our youth is spent in school, it's really a lot when you think about it.

This summer has been amazing. It's been a summer of dance, performances, getting dolled up for the stage, and lots of laughter. I made it to the beach only one time, still hoping to go again before it closes. NYC summers are grossly hot, smelly, and uncomfortable. But I can honestly say this summer was a hundred times better than last year. I was lucky enough to find a full-time office job in the fashion district . And to perform in every dance program that came my way. I finally made it to Dance Camp! I missed it the past 2 summers, and its an experience I don't plan on missing again. I didn't go on vacation anywhere but I'm thankful for what did happen. The Ashram (spiritual centre) was my getaway.

I'm taking some great classes and I am so excited about teaching again. I saw 2 of my little students yesterday and I really have missed their smiling faces. I hope summer brought special moments for you too...

Love Always, Grandma

confusion???

What do you want to be when you grow up? I remember answering that question with many different answers before I started college. Archaeologist was the first, then Teacher, Animal Physical Therapist, and Fashion Designer. I swore that I knew what I wanted to do. After going to FIT I realized that fashion wasn't for me, everyone was so obsessed. After I graduated I transferred to become a Dance major, which is the natural thing for me to do since that's my life. But here I am still feeling as if I need to choose a major and career track. I will always have dance and always be teaching it. So why do I think I need something more?

This question has seriously been plaguing me for the past two years, more so in this year. It's driving me crazy and keeps me up late at night. It's really become a problem. I try talking to family and friends but I don't think they realize how much this bothers me. Help!

I've been thinking of being a social worker, preschool teacher, hypnotherapist, or psychologist. What holds me back is going to college for another 4-8 years. That's insane! I wish the answer would come to me through my dreams. Or maybe all I really should be doing is dance... I'm such a Gemini! >:|

Love Always, Grandma

shopper's block

Do you ever go shopping and realize that none of the stores anything you like? That's been happening to me lately. I don't go shopping very often but I want to before school starts and I can't seem to find anything. Kind of like writer's block, but for shopping. It's really frustrating and emotionally draining. Okay maybe that's a little too dramatic! I'm just in a slump. I can't even find things I like online. I used to go shopping and find tons of stuff, now I just can't even find one thing. I've been working full-time all summer long and I just want to spend some of my $$ on stuff. What's a girl to do?

At my previous college lots of people dressed well. At my current college most people don't. Its a big change, but just because I'm a Dance major doesn't mean I have to wear sweats, tights, and hoodies like most everyone else does. I need to have something to look forward to that motivates me in going to school everyday, and that's my wardrobe. I'm super-ultra bored with everything I have right now >:|

Speaking of college, I've been really worried lately about what career choice to make. It's really been bothering me, and I feel an invisible pressure to figure it out ASAP. I'm not sure why I have these feelings but it's been a thorn in my side for awhile now. :(

Love Always, Grandma