september.

New month, new apartment, new view on things to come.

September always feels like a fresh start. For the last 18 years, this day has been the first day of school. I would always have my outfit laid out, bag packed, lunch ready to go.

Today, I'm running around between an audition, working handling the social feeds, setting up the apartment and tip toe-ing through the raindrops that thundered down on Toronto today.

I thought I would be more sad. Instead, I feel energized. I'm free to put my skills to work (which they are - thankfully) and go wherever I want, when I want, with whomever I want.

It's a cliche that's terrible, but the end of university has meant a whole new chapter of my life has started.

Lots of projects in the works and more to come on the journalism and dance front. Keep your eyes peeled to my Facbeook page, Twitter and blogette for the latest updates!

Thanks again for the support of my fantastic friends and family. By helping me stand on your shoulders, I have been able to reach new heights I would never have been able to touch before.

shifting.

Over the past 24 to 48 hours, something has changed. I can't see it, I can't touch it, but I can feel it.

I will try my best to describe this, but I can only identify it as an "energy shift".

There have been various points in my life where this feeling has come up. Sometimes it's in preparation or during something I can now look back upon as a turn or defining moment. Other times, it comes during a mundane, everyday task. To be honest, I haven't felt this shift in quite awhile...I think the last time was when I started university in 2008.

Waking up this morning in the same apartment I've lived in for over two years, felt like I was waking up somewhere new. The light through the windows, feeling the wooden floors under my toes, the energy - it's different.

In anticipation of choreographing a few solos and pieces when I'm back in Kelowna, every song has now become a frame for my art. I have an intense desire to create movement and link phrases together.

While walking down the street home last night, I passed by the normal characters I see everyday. A man sitting outside of Starbucks, the woman with her dogs, nurses running in and out of the hospital near my apartment. This time though, their pedestrian movements seemed exaggerated and more prominent, in their blissful unawareness, I started to choreograph right there on the street.

Artists are always talking about inspiration. I've been searching for mine for a few weeks now, and with this shift in mental and physical energy, maybe that's why I'm seeing the world from a slightly different angle.

Just a thought.