Right now, I’m sitting at my desk in my apartment, watching the palm trees sway in the California sunlight outside my window as I take a break from work. And I’m daydreaming about dancing.

I took ballet class this morning, and I’ll take yoga later this evening. But that’s still not enough. Every waking moment now, I have dance on my mind.

While I’m coding, I’m also considering putting my pointe shoes on in an upcoming class, at least for barre. When I’m eating, I’m imagining doing tour piqués en dehors (lame ducks). And every time I hear any sort of music, I’m choreographing in my mind, and fantasizing about performing it on stage.

Yep, it’s an obsession.

It always has been, but even more so now, since I decided to go for the dream and started writing about it. Now I can’t do anything without wanting to either break into dance or start stretching wherever I happen to be.

Which, to me, says it’s a good dream. A very, very good dream.

****

I was so freaking excited when I did a perfect triple pirouette today. And not just one… three of them! (A triple triple! Yes, I’m a dork.) I do mean perfect – no hopping or adding a plié to get that third rotation, no flailing arms or falling out of it at the end.

Some of you might be laughing at with me at how excited I got over this – after all, anyone who’s truly any good can do triples, no problem! (And probably on pointe, too!) But all my life, I’ve been an absolutely awful turner. So this is a huge, huge thing for me.

Yoga, on the other hand, sucked today. (Yes, I wrote half of this post before yoga, and the other half after. In case you just got confused.) Actually… no. Yoga was great, as always. But my body refused to cooperate, and was reacting weirdly to the movement today. Plus I was slipping and sliding all over my yoga mat. Methinks this means I ought to get a new one. (Anyone have any recommendations?)

Blergh.

I was getting a weird sort of numbness down the outsides of my legs in quite a few of the exercises today, so I was stopping a lot more than I would have liked to. Not a good feeling at all. I have no idea why it was happening… circulation problems? Nerve problems? I know I have low blood pressure, but nothing like this has ever happened before. I don’t know… but it doesn’t make for a very happy Allison.

No yoga until next Wednesday (Monday is Labor Day, so there’s no class) so hopefully whatever is going on with my body will resolve itself by then.

Until then, ballet! I really, really want to try taking some of barre on pointe tomorrow, but… telling myself no. I need to take it easy – push myself, but don’t kill myself. And considering I’ve been having asthma problems that are making me out of breath and even wheezing by the middle of barre (seriously, wtf, body?), I’m going to make myself wait until at least Monday before I take the next step. No point in injuring myself because I’m too darn impatient.