I've woken up on Thanksgiving morning and rushed into the living room to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade almost every year of my life.
And of course there were parts I loved and parts where I got up and went to the bathroom or helped in the kitchen. When was my sister screaming at me from the couch "they're on!!!!!"?
You guessed it - when the Rockettes came into view.
I've loved them the first time I saw them. So symmetrical! And shiny! And pretty!
So when I found out that I had an opportunity, thanks to Caltrate and Centrum (BlogHer sponsors) to go to Radio City Music Hall and learn some routines from The Rockettes, I jumped at the chance.
And I am so glad I did. It was a blast! The two Rockettes who taught our class were as tall and lithe and gorgeous as you would expect. They were also incredibly nice.
But the real delight was that I was kicking my legs up alongside other fabulous ladies in time to music from the Christmas Spectacular. I felt like a superstar dancer even though I was in vibrams and yoga pants.
Also, you should know that I could totally be a Rockette. I'm tall enough (between 5'6" and 5'10") AND I can kick my leg up so that my toes are as high as the top of my eye. I learned that today. So, if I had learned some sense of dance or rhythm or ability to move my body in a way that doesn't look like a cross between Gumby and a robot, I would definitely be auditioning to become a Rockette.
This is my first time posting using my iPhone, so I hope it works out!
Life at the intersection of making with your hands and feeling with your heart
3rd day in a row home with Mama (1 snow day, 2 sick days) 😳 requires ramps and tunnels and railroad tracks.
The inevitability of the play doh mix. I feel like there’s a life metaphor in there somewhere. #toddlerlife
Panera bathroom pregnancy chic
Life feels like a blur right now - just making it from one day to the next. It’s so easy for me to see the places I’m falling short, to focus on all the worries, the things not done, and the ways I’m messing up. I already lean toward anxiety, and unfortunately pregnancy hormones for me seem to be like getting a daily anxiety shot straight into my veins.
Up at 5:30 in the morning on a Saturday with this kid, I’m exhausted, wishing I’d slept better and longer and trying to capture these moments of joy - on my phone, in my heart - when we’re pretending the couch is a boat, rocking in the waves and searching the water for fish riding bicycles.
With all the memes and inspirational quotes floating around, finding joy in the small things can start to feel a bit cliche. But it is what’s tethering me right now to the light I know is inside me regardless of the to-do lists, the heartburn, the fears.