Break

The remnants of a Halloween storm sit stagnant on my window pain. I watch the wind blow fiercely through the scattered droplets that skew my view. November is here.

The only celebrating I did for Halloween was eat a cupcake that my flatmate made. Honestly, I forgot that it was even a holiday. The Brits are more in to the trick side of things, rather than the treats, so much more that grocery stores refused to sell flour and eggs to anyone under 18 for the past couple of weeks. Thank God I'm an American and over 18, because I don't think I could go without flour and eggs for that long, nor the lack of freedom to acquire those products. Needless to say, I had a nice evening to myself, which I spent in my room where no trick could possibly reach me (not that I needed to worry about that anyway).

This past week was half term, which means I didn't have class. But don't mistake this to mean I had a break, oh no. I spent more time doing homework throughout the past few days than I have spent this whole semester, and it's only just begun. The good news is I will have two of my finals done and out of the way by this upcoming Tuesday, and only two more official finals to go, which will be nice since I have a feeling the next five weeks of my life are going to fly by, and I will be on a plane coming home before I know it.

I did however squeeze in time to get away this past week (aka made myself take the time). I did a little exploring in the city and saw a couple of shows. Avenue Q was a good laugh, quite vulgar, but funny. Ironically, one of the motifs in the show was about finding your purpose. Of course the character on the road to self discovery never figures out what he was born to do, but he made a valid point that if you focus on helping others you can't help helping yourself. Perhaps through service, I will find where my passion truly lies... I also saw Billy Elliott. Changed my life. Perfect timing. God does answer prayers. I witnessed a very talented young boy dancing while his world was falling apart around him. Dancing is like losing yourself, to feel whole. I was reminded of why I dance, and it brought me to tears...twice. I guess what I need to be reminded of is that childlike wonder and feeling like I can do anything. We all do. We can't help growing up, but we can learn to be free.

I want to be a part of something as inspiring as Billy Elliott. To reach a broad range of people around the world through performance, worthy of a standing ovation. I want to feel the electricity flowing inside of me, and then I'll know I'm free.