It’s my turn

I love being a student. I love going to a crowded ballet class and finding my spot at the barre to be a body in the room. At 42, I still want to be that kid who flies to L.A. alone to stay at a dingy hotel and take class at EDGE all day. A huge part of my soul is still that same 21 year-old. But it’s my turn now. It has to be my turn now. I am the age that the teachers and directors who shaped me professionally were when my journey took me to them. I look at the studios I’ve taught at and people I’ve worked for, and what they’ve created. They curate their programs and faculty, decide what their mission is and what their image is going to be. It’s my turn now. It’s my turn to be for others what those teachers and directors were for me.