PBS mind in a FOX NEWS world

While I would like to think I'm all intelligent and calm and wise and stuff in this pop-culture world, in fact, the lyrics at the end of 8 mile screamed at me this evening:

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

It's about, duh, seizing the day. Carpe diem. Yeah.

Seriously.

My upcoming week? Performance Sunday, work full days Monday and Tuesday, audition for Cirque du Soleil on Wednesday and Thursday, performance Friday.

Seize the freakin' WEEK is more like it.

I started dancing when I was fourteen years old. I went to a private school with an incredible dance program. An incredible dance program with a uniform. For dance. Ballet was black leotard and pink tarts. Modern was a solid colored unitard.

I remember mine - shiny green, long sleeved. They called me jolly green giant. And gumby.

I was tiny in high school - same height - I weighed one hundred ten pounds.

Yeah. Skinny.

And I've always been this flexible. Wait, no, I'm more flexible now, but I've always been VERY flexible, even before Yin Yoga. Even before dance classes.

So it's my first week or so of dance classes. EVER.

I did a backbend.

I remember clearly now, because I was so confused, "You should be in Cirque du Soleil," my teacher admired.

"Who?" I hadn't heard of them.

I'm auditioning for them in less than ...five days.

Seize the day.