When it Snows…
We all love a good snow day. Especially when you’re as busy as we are here at Juilliard. And to be honest, I didn’t think that we were going to going to get a snow day this year. It was already late March and yet we had failed to get lucky. Until now that is. The forecasters promised a snowmaggedon, and in rapid succession the entire city cancelled it’s plans for the next day. That was great and all, except for the fact that in the process of cancelling everything, they also cancelled opening night of the dance divisions Spring Repertoire performance! THAT is a disaster! Imagine… You’ve been preparing for months, and for the past week you’ve been running on nothing but kale and kombucha in preparation for opening night. Your body is ready… and then BAM! Cancelled. Catastrophe. Personally, I have to say that cancelling class anytime is fine with me, but when it comes to a performance… That’s just… sad.
ANYWAYS. I then found myself floating, without purpose or reason. It’s a funny thing when you have a day that’s supposed to be completely jam packed suddenly become emptier than my wallet after walking out of Zara. That being said, I suddenly realized that for the first time in forever I had the time to finish all of those little side projects that I had been putting off forever. Finishing the video editing for my new page on my website? This was the time. Sending out all those follow up emails from the 110 various chance encounters I had with people who I’d one day like to work with? It was finally gonna happen. Finally notating that bit of music that has been floating around in my head for the past month? Yep. This was the moment. So, eager to get all these little things off my checklist, I pulled my computer off its charger, curled up in bed with an energizing snack of gummy worms by my side, and promptly fell asleep for the next 4 1/2 hours. I KNOW I KNOW it wasn’t exactly what I was planning on, but the simple truth of the matter is that my survival instincts kicked in, and in order to keep me from senselessly burning away the only chance for a nap I would get in the entire year I ended up immediately falling into the deepest REM cycle I’ve ever experienced.
In the end I must confess that the nap was worth it. As artists we often push ourselves close to the very edge of total and absolute collapse, and there was no doubt that I was just about there on opening night. As such, I look at the whole situation as an act of the universe to try and save me from literal disintegration. Choose your battles! I suppose that my final take away from all the chaos of our unexpected snow day was this: Nap now, so that you may dance another day!
Juilliard Dance 2020