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Hahaha, pretty sure tons of people laugh at classical. They’re mostly wrong, though. 😉 Identity is such an elusive thing, right? When it comes right down to it, how horrifying is it to have it so chemically roped to what we do? Who would volunteer for an identity like that? YIKES. but, here we are, we creators and finaglers and dreamy yearners that embrace the angst in the off off hopes we are taken to fairer shores by virtue of the storm.

There’s a lot of talk amongst parents re whether or not to force kids into ‘extra curriculars’ that the kids don’t want to do. I don’t have kids, so I always shy away from a vast statement on it (like YES FORCE THEM or NO DO NOT WTH). That said, I don’t consider most ‘extra curriculars’ to be extra. I feel most of them (music, dance, sports, art, debate etc etc etc) are incredibly valuable and that there is much to be desired in our current school system. Particularly as it renders such crucial tools ‘extra’. I tend to find (with most students) that a home structure built on the reasoning that some extras are not extra often helps the ‘stick with it’ mindset.

Of course, I spent five minutes in ballet, a year in tennis, and three seconds in soccer. So. Ahahaha now I will go sit in time out. (I did manage a bundle of years on the swim team and my folks were huge in the ‘give it at least a year’ dept.) Every kid is different, and I wager that you giving yours the opportunities and the communication needed to help them sort as they go, will factor more preciously than whether or not they ultimately stick with it.

I felt horror at the student who found identity in her anorexia. Like a blossoming blackness of incurable sadness. I get that we all find identity in dark and stretched places, but there’s something that strikes me so personally in the loss of art and the substitution of bodily harm. It’s such a painfully accurate substitution, the sheer light to flimsy darkness.