Go HARD or Go Home

First day in several weeks that my hip actually hasn't hurt while walking... then I had to ruin my wisely chosen days of rest by going to an abdominals class at the gym and sprinting to my last tutor session of the evening.

Now the back aches and the hip is tweaky. DAYUM.

Optomism: May as well get up at 8am tomorrow and do total body workout!

Here's to going hard instead of going home,

Your Broadway Baby

Resting the body, strengthening the mind

So just because my hip is janky (former roommate's adjective for all messed up) doesn't mean that I can't still work toward improvement!

As such, I learned You and I by Ingrid Michaelson on the ukulele! But ouch the stretch to that Emajor chord hurts my teeny hands! So silly.

Also, over the past few days I've had to teach myself conceptual physics so I could teach one of my private tutoring students about newton's laws of motion. (Hooray for Khan Academy videos).

In my kid's history class, they're learning about reincarnation, dharma (moral duty) and karma... so in hopes of following my dharma and building better karma, I'm sending hugs and love to all my dancers out there, especially the NYC ladies heading to Royal Carribean Chicago auditions tomorrow.

Break legs!

-A Broadway Baby

Fall Back to Move Forward

Today's the day we set our clocks back an hour to welcome fall! So I shouldn't be surprised by some other setbacks to my usual regimen, but what an unexpected delight to not be able to make it to spin class on 1st avenue because today is the New York City Marathon!

Those runners are SUCH inspiring athletes that I can't even be bothered by the fact that I can't get into my gym! Here's to a lovely alternative walk across central park with me mum.

Happy fall!

A Broadway Baby

Day of Inspiration

Three AMAZING things stand out about this brisk, yet lovely fall Saturday in New York

1. My illustrious mother is here visiting for the weekend. I could not have a better buddy with whom to traverse New York City!!!
2. Today was VISION DAY for the organization that is reinvigorating my optimism and hope for the world. We spent four hours in the Metropolitan Museum's innards, benefiting from the unique combination of jazz music, inspirational speeches from Tim Shriver (Maria Shriver's little bro, John F Kennedy's nephew), conjurings of Martin Luther King Jr, a surprising diaspora of inspiring young people, and a visit from the incredibly Yale-looking Yale acapella group. Deliciousness on all counts.
3. Just got home from seeing Billy Elliot on Broadway. Sooo reinspired to work ten times harder towards my dance dreams! Those little boys are FIERCE. The show is closing for good on January 8th, so if you're in the city and haven't seen it, GO!

It's sleepy time, and I'm looking forward to some good dreams.

Lots of love,

A Broadway Baby

Rest Day!

Though Chicago and Memphis Equity Chorus Calls are beckoning, I can be honest and realize there are no roles for me in either show (well, at least not until I'm thirty or so for Chicago). Probably for the best, because this hip situation needs to be resolved!

Looking forward to a day spent intensely cleaning the house to prepare for MOMMA's weekend stay!

In Met Opera news, I have still evaded the nightly threat of death by honing my dodging-projectile-silver-goblet skillz.

Oh showbiz.

Love and hugs,

A Broadway Baby

You REALLY know you've made it when...

Your Charles Schwab portfolio manager sends you flowers. So I guess I should go invest some more money with her?!

I mean the photo's backwards, but hey, proof:

"Artists are those people among us who realize that creation did not stop on the sixth day" - J.P. Witkin