So, as I’m sure I’ve said before, this blog is a lot of different things. I’m not just one thing and neither is the blog. I like a lot of things, I do a lot of things and I still have so many more things to become. I’m not limiting myself and I’m certainly not limiting this blog. Any who, fluidity in this blog will be ever-present. It will become just as I am becoming. Recently, I posted what is the beginning of a story. My story, some of her story, mostly the story of our friendship. I’m not sure what it is or what it will become, but for now I’m just sharing.
That being said, I wanted to share with anyone that’s reading along, Mia’s version of how, where and when the “Sabbatical” was born…..
“As I read this, its rings so true, the part about how we are friends even if we are no talking. I cant help but remember how this has always been the case for us. My mind drifts back to 11th grade, to the four-hour daily ballet class we were enrolled in. It was an amazing experience over all, but I do believe that is where the “sabbatical” was born. Although, much shorter in length back then. Everyday before class everyone’s hair had to be placed in a tight neat bun, which was a huge challenge because Big Hair Tricia” was “Bigger Hair Tricia” back then. lol. Anyways, I remember walking in class on days when we were not speaking, and her approaching me with doe eyes and a brush in hand. I’d take the brush and commence to taming her hair, hand her back the brush and we would begin dance class still not speaking. I knew then that we had a forever thing. I Am… Mia”