Ballet during quarantine and work life balance
About ballet during quarantine
Ballet has taken a back seat during my time sheltered in place - I now only take one class per week instead of four. Maybe I got worse, or I didn’t make as much progress as I should be, but I am not feeling too guilty. I’ve got other stuff to sort out during this time. Sometimes you need to take a break from your previous busy routine and re-evaluate your priorities, before hitting the road again.
About quarantined in New York
Having not stepped out of my apartment building for two months, I do dearly miss the city I live in.
I miss Friday nights when the city gets buoyant after a week of work, with people gathering cheerfully in the warm lights of bars and restaurants along the sidewalk.
I miss the performers in the Time Square subway station, New Yorkers’ sense of fashion, and the dogs on the street.
I miss the Met, MoMa, the Whitney Museum, Lincoln Center, The Union Square Greenmarket, the Whole Foods in Bryant Park, my neighborhood butcher, Central Park, sunset on my roof, my commute to my ballet class, my ballet studio. The crowds spewing out of the Joyce Theater after a performance - artsy people gathering around discussing the show, the dancer I admired on stage smoking a cigarette on the street, the elegant middle aged couple heading to a bar. And the 15 min walk to the subway along the brownstones on Museum Miles, with the sun setting, brightening up the clouds on Madison Avenue, after an afternoon at the Met.
I miss my friends - the Saturday night board games, the dinner parties, the girls night outs, the brunch dates. Their jokes, their sense of fashion, the good and the bad we shared together.
New York is the city that nurtured me, and I feel lucky I have the privilege to live here in the first few years of my adult life. And my heart warms up everyday at 7pm, when I would hear people open up their windows, scream, clap their hands, whistle, or bang their pots and pans to cheer for the healthcare workers. Even the people who are just standing at their balcony with a phone trying to record all this - that brings a smile to my face.
Glenn Close says it the best below.
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