I have only a few memories from the weeks, months, in the bed. This one is the most important….
“The arts can change lives. And don’t take it just from me.”
This question matters right now.
Things weren’t “right in my head.” Sometimes even putting my hand into a shirt sleeve required intense effort.
Then she said, ‘That was “the day you wouldn’t dance with me.'”
The truth is, life happens. It can’t be stopped. So how does one find the time to do the things the need to do?
It’s sort of like a Burpee for the brain.