I need a Jiminy Cricket!

Ballet Journal #3

I'm pretty sure I would be something like a prima ballerina (yeah right, just kidding) if I had someone constantly whispering praises into my ear while I was dancing. I can't explain it. It's like I can instantly do whatever I need to do whenever someone tells me I can. It's lame! Why can't I be that encouraging person for myself?! That's stupid.

I still hate that bone in the ball of my foot. It grinds on the floor every time I try to balance.


I do know that if I stop psyching myself out before attempting to pirouette, I may actually be able to turn. Every time I think "Oh no, oh no, oh no ohnoohnoohno...I can't do it!" (or something along those lines). That needs to stop.