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The Future Tense of Spectacular

The Future Tense of Spectacular

Deciding to return to Irish dance was a risky proposition, for me. I had no idea how my body would react — whether it would make my chronic pain better or worse, cause injury or allow me to get stronger. But it was also risky on a physical level. When I started considering going back to Irish dance, I found myself suddenly full of wildly ambitious plans and dreams, such as I haven’t had for years. My health problems mean…

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A Mixed Start On 2018 Goals

A Mixed Start On 2018 Goals

One of the things I’d like to do more this year is focus on what I have achieved rather than what I haven’t. That’s proving a little tricky so far — I’m behind on work, for a start, so all I can think about is how I haven’t done any of the four essays I’m supposed to be doing, rather than concentrating on the fact that I’m ahead on my dissertation, even though the latter is probably a more positive…

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Lost Potential and Abandoned Dreams

Lost Potential and Abandoned Dreams

For those who aren’t aware, I used to be a competitive Irish dancer. (I’ve written about it before here. And here. And in other places. ) Maybe that’s a bit of an overstatement. I wasn’t the kind of competitive Irish dancer who is at a feis (competition) every weekend, has a huge elaborate curly wig and a dress costing thousands of pounds that seem mostly to have been spent on finding the grossest combination of neon with Swarovski crystals. I…

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Trains And Tutus

Trains And Tutus

Time for a progress update! I’ve been home a grand total of, like, three days. In that time I’ve managed to raid the local library, drink far too many cups of tea, and have sleep patterns that vaguely approach normal, which is weird. While Monday was productive and relatively free of anxiety, Tuesday went downhill again, but I’m trying to reassure myself that the whole point of being at home is not having to be productive. But enough of that….

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Still Dancing To The Same Tunes

Still Dancing To The Same Tunes

I like to think I’ve changed in the last four years. I’ve been through a lot, grown up a lot; I’ve got qualifications to my name and a couple of poetry collections under my belt. I write better novels than I did in 2010. I do ballet, not Irish dancing. Yep, I used to be a competitive Irish dancer, for those who haven’t been around this blog long enough to remember that. It was a strange period of my life….

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Dance Is My Escape Route

Dance Is My Escape Route

Have you ever been in a show? Particularly a musical, given their extraordinary oddness. You spent weeks and weeks returning until the songs will never leave your head; you ladder every pair of ballet tights you own because those things are not designed for jazz leaps, especially on a splintery wooden stage; and you emerge the other side usually covered in glitter. And then you have opening night. Opening nights are kind of terrifying. There are all sorts of factors…

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May and June (Retrospect and Reminiscing #5 / #6)

May and June (Retrospect and Reminiscing #5 / #6)

For health reasons I couldn’t blog yesterday, but that’s fine, because not much happened in May, so I’m lumping it together with June and that way it doesn’t matter that I missed a day, right? It’s also because May’s a weird one to write about – half of what happened was exams or personal, neither of which I tend to discuss on my blog. In these recap posts, I’ve tried not to overshare while still giving a fairly complete overview…

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What If?

What If?

I have this policy in life. It’s called: never wonder ‘what if?’ The worst feeling in the world is not doing something and then spending the rest of your life wondering what would have happened if you’d done it, like the alternate Trillian who didn’t leave with Zaphod Beeblebrox in the Hitchhiker’s series and therefore missed out on that life. I’m constantly paranoid that I’m taking the wrong turning and, like Donna Noble in Turn Left (NewWho series four), it’ll…

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Once, I was an Irish dancer…

Once, I was an Irish dancer…

There are two things I learned today: That voice you get in the back of your head that makes sarky comments whenever you’re doing something stupid or ill-advised? Mine sounds like Crowley from Supernatural, and it’s actually fairly worrying. My subconscious is the king of hell. Who’d have thought it? My cycling muscles are in nothing like the condition they were in three years ago. As fascinating as item (1) is, item (2) provides a great deal more opportunity for…

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I wasn’t made for this

I wasn’t made for this

My conspicuous absence this week has been for two very good reasons: firstly, I was on a ballet course that took up all my time and also my energy, and secondly, I’m ill. You know that saying, “starve a fever, feed a cold?” That’s stupid. I have a fever and a cold. What do they expect me to do about that, then,  eh? *growls* In fact, I was ill to the point of having to miss the last day of aforementioned ballet…

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