The Pointe Shoe Philosophy

balance [bal-uhns] – noun
1. A state of equilibrium created by equal distribution of weight

Bloch Balances [block bal-uhns-ays] – noun (pl.)
1. Pointe shoes created for the express purpose of maintaining said state

Funny how if we love something, we'll ignore the pain no matter how badly it hurts. I came to this conclusion today as I donned new pointe shoes. Well, they're not exactly new. I had this style once before. I just purchased a new pair because my old ones officially died. I used those shoes for 3 hours straight today. To not be disturbing in relating the consequences, I'll simply say that we're officially out of band-aids after getting a new box only 3 days ago.

The same basic principle can be applied to all areas of life. Take friendship, for example. Friends can hurt. They can lie to you, they can stab you in the back, they can say terrible things without thinking - most of the time, without any knowledge of what they're doing to you. But if you truly love your friend, the pain won't even cross your mind (or if it does, it's suppressed before it can reach the sensitive nerve endings in the heart)

In the same way that I'm hobbling my way through the house, band-aids sticking to the insides of my fuzzy slippers, life too will move on soon enough. It might start out awkwardly and slightly uneven, but bit by bit things will adjust until the pain isn't even there anymore.

I intended this blog to complain about my new shoes, but I think maybe my rambling stumbled upon something a bit deeper. A bit more important. Maybe it can help someone out there who's dealing with a bit of hurt from someone.

Here's to Peace, Love, & Maintaining Equilibrium
~ Lola

I Thought The Solar System Was Heliocentric...

"You can know someone's a ballerina if they can only count to 8 in French."

That is 100% true. In my 12 years of ballet training, the only French numbers I know are 1-8.
un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit
But I'm not writing this to reminisce the kindergarten days of learning numbers. This entry is for those of us to are forced to co-exist with "them" - the drama queens, prima donnas, and 52-year-old 'has-been's who are still convinced that the sun and the moon and the stars and the earth all chose them as the center of gravity. Come on, we all know one. Whether it's a co-worker, neighbor, "friend", cheerleader sitting behind you in Physics, or ballet instructor *cough*, they're present everywhere. What's worse is that they seek out those of us living normal, unnassuming lives. For those of you out there reading this who are one of "them" - STOP IT. The world does, in fact, still revolve around the sun. For those of you reading this who have to put up with a "her" (or "him", be it your case) there really is nothing we can do but shut our own mouths and block them out. Nothing they say will ever be about us anyway since we are merely another satellite in their self-sustained solar systems. Ignore what they say and soon enough they'll stop seeking you out on their own.

Tonight I'll go to ballet, and not listen to a word of what the instructor says. Why do you think I taught myself how to count in French?

Here's to Peace, Love, & Nicolaus Copernicus
~Lola