Traditions

There's something that warms your heart when you come upon the familiar, the traditions. For instance, the tradition (as of late), to stay up early in the morning working on things that will be all undone tomorrow. Hence, my state of consciousness at this late hour of 3:30 in the morning. Forgive me for any grammar errors. I've discovered I am a great deal poorer at editing at 3 in the morning than I am at 3 in the afternoon.Today, I looked back upon years past and discovered...

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I miss this - a dance teamer's Saturday.

Hours before the dawn breaks, I board a bus wearing warm-up sweats, my hair already pulled back ready to be set in a tight bun. I lug a large bag filled with the many items needed for the day and a garment bag keeping my precious costumes away from anything that could damage them. As the bus starts its trek, we grab our pillows and blankets and try to catch a few snoozes before arriving. Towards the end of our trip there, our routine music fills the air and we sit and think of the routine. Visualization is somehow extremely helpful.Several hours...

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