The Stoic Ballerina
In one week’s time I had a cold that dragged me down into my bed, a mother whose illness lifted my heart in prayer, a prayer answered that bowed my head humbly in gratitude, a plane, a friend, a ballet, and a big apple of a city that sent my spirits soaring to the stars, and finally, a landing that placed my feet and my perspective firmly at the center of who I want to be. All in that order. All in one week. This life is unpredictable, but who we are in it is up to us. As y