Dancing is one of those things that has always seemed stable in my life.  No matter what was going on, there would always be dance class at the same time every week.  And the recital was the big finale, the thing that always proved that yes, we pulled it all together for another year and everything went fine.

I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t be in it this year.  I mean, symbolically speaking, doesn’t that mean that this is the year that it didn’t all come together?

The funny thing is, that seems rather fitting.