Pending Passions

Wouldn't you know it; just when I finally decided to start posting regularly, something weird is happening with Blogger. It doesn't come as a surprise since I haven't heard anyone still talk about this platform in a long  time, but I'm still low-key panicking.  So here's the sitch: I'm logged in using a Yahoo email. I used to just switch accounts to access my blog, but now it keeps logging in to the other Gmail account. And I have to use incognito now just to type this. Yes, I've invited the other Gmail account to post on this blog just to make sure I still have some sort of access to the posts, but even that one can't seem to find the blog. 😭 There. Now I'm not low-key panicking anymore. I'm just . . . sad. Is it really time to go? What is keeping me here? I might need to drastically rethink my whole life. Half-kidding. We'll see, I guess.

  When I was, oh I don't know, 9 or 10, I went to ballet classes. I don't remember if it was during summer or actually within the school year, but I kept going until we "discovered" my scoliosis. But this post is not about my scolio. (I do have another post ready to talk about it, but I need to edit it first because I wrote it angry haha.) In one of our ballet recitals, I was awarded as the ballet student with the "Most Potential." I still have the sash in my old bedroom drawer, and I'm sure I can still find the picture of little me grinning with so much pride wearing that sash. For some reason, that sash has defined a significant portion of my life. Fast forward to nowadays, I still sometimes hear people tell me "You have so much potential!" excitedly pointing out all the things I could do. And it triggers me. It's not that I don't like being told that; I actually super appreciate it because I at least know what steps to take next. It&