January 7, 2020

9:58am, Federal Street and N Calvert Street, Baltimore, MD

I did not sleep well last night. To move feels like a falsehood. I don't feel inspired. It's going to rain later today so I HAVE to dance this morning. I've danced in this park before... with others. Everything I do feels old, boring, uninspired. So soon to be feeling such blah. There are birds in the trees; chirping and fluttering around. They feel like companions. I try to remember to lift my left leg as much as my right. I keep noticing a tendency to ignore the left side. Arms feel too symmetrical. It feels like I do the same 5 things everyday. Pushing past boredom is part of why I am doing this project. When I life my legs and work with balance, I am reminded of my limitations... I do not have balletic range. Do I want it? Maybe this is a continuation of my therapy. Becoming ok with who and what I am. Am I boring? When I write, it's about the immediate thoughts on my experience. When I watch the footage, I see so much more. Day seven.