The lights are down in the cozy house and snow falls outside. The stars barely look through the wispy clouds and the moon looks like a snow globe suspended in the sky. Inside, there is a bright Christmas tree. The lights twinkle and smile on the curved branches. The star on the top sparkles ivory and the opal orb ornaments reflect the lights. Stained glass balls hang gently, framed by homemade popcorn strings. A jolly gingerbread man floats near a small nutcracker as if telling each other "Merry Christmas!" The crimson, emerald and gold gifts sit near the trunk. Ribbons and bows swirl and wind on top of them.
There are so many things that make up a person. I know that "things" isn't the right word, but I can't think of something that adequately describes what a person even would be made of. Dreams, accomplishments, interests, regrets, mistakes, wishes, relationships, etc. I love ballet. I want to teach ballet, and I want to dance ballet. It's part of who I am. But my heart also yearns for the actress side of me. The little bite of real acting that I got at the age of ten in a production of Babes in Toyland in Salt Lake City. The countless drives to Ogden for rehearsals of Music Man when I was twelve. The ten-hour dress rehearsals of Jana's plays throughout high school. I miss that. My heart yearns for the flute. The peak of my playing my Senior year when I was practicing daily and could play Carnival of Venice like a pro. When I began to see what my practicing had accomplished and considered going on to play in a symphony. I miss French. Learning an entire other ...
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