I have been gone. Time has slipped away and I left this blog as remnant in my memory. From time to time I would think of the writings I used to leave on the internet like fingerprints on a window and the nostalgia was consuming. But the time to begin anew was nonexistent and the thoughts would quickly vanish...
But I am here now and I am back. We have so much to catch up on. I have missed you, dear followers and I could not be more sorry for not being able to maintain the blog and continue to produce the posts you request.
How about a little update to fill the gap since we last spoke:
First off, I'd like to officially introduce myself with my real name...
Drum roll please!
My name is Rhiannon Pelletier and I am now eighteen. I'm a sophomore at St. Joseph's College and am a soloist dancer with the Maine State Ballet Company. I attended Boston Ballet in the summer of 2012 and in order to sufficiently describe the experience I'll have to dedicate an entire post to it.
I was accepted into their Pre-Professional Program and was fully prepared to move to Boston and train with them... But my life took a turn. I did a lot of inner-reflection at that time and came to find that that life just wasn't what I wanted. It takes a hungry and hard-hearted person to make it in that field and I just wasn't prepared to be that person...
So instead I applied to a local college, was awarded a hefty scholarship and began attending in the fall of 2012. I had taken "early education" classes with them since I was fifteen so that may have had something to do with the scholarship. Just months after my joining they added the major I so wished they already had: writing and publishing. You could say I was ecstatic.
In early 2013 I released myself from an unhealthy relationship. Something that was long overdue and brought me out of a rather bad place and into a rather wonderful one. In March I met Travis. Dreamy is the first word that comes to mind when describing the twenty-three year old personal trainer/college professor. I'll also have to dedicate an individual post to this story. Don't tell him this but it's been some of the happiest eight months of my life.
In the summer of 2013 I attended my school/company's ballet program and taught the youngins' dance classes on the side. It was a sigh of a summer filled with sweaty afternoons in the dance studios, long kayaking trips down rivers and across lakes, and summer twilights laying in the hammock beside the man I was falling in love with.
Now in the fall/winter I am teaching nine dance classes a week (not including subbing), taking four college courses: Human Nature and Ethics, Creative Writing, Detective Fiction, and French, and dancing four days a week (and I wish it was more) while trying to balance being a daughter, sister, girlfriend, and friend. A companion of mine asked me the other day how I was managing to balance it all and my simple response was: "I cry a lot." They laughed and I did too because it was, after all, partially a joke.
So that's my story from the summer of 2012 to now. But don't worry, there are many stories in between all those things that I simply must tell and most are dance related. I plan to post many more informative articles and tips + tricks for you all. If you have any requests feel free to post a comment below or e-mail me at: [email protected]
But for now I have a 6 page essay calling my name and it won't shut up. I must bid you all adieu.
It's good to be back.
All my best,
Rhiannon -
