Today was pretty awful, all the way around.
A dear friend of my parents (and myself, by default) passed away today, suddenly. This makes the fourth person to pass away since Thanksgiving that was important to myself or my advanced students. That's too many, far too many. I'm tired of going to the funeral home, tired of crying with my students and tired of feeling their pain like it's my own. But. At the same time, I wouldn't trade my compassion for my students for all the money in the world. Part of what makes the studio special is we are family. We laugh together but we also cry together.
I had a rough night at work and I'm really frustrated with a few situations. FYI: Boys who dance are AWESOME and don't deserve to be made fun of all the time. Among other things.
So much nonsense has been going on lately that I just can't wrap my head around it anymore. My heart is heavy and my mind is racing. I need a vacation. Already.