This week, I have been feeling exhausted and overwhelmed, trying to manage too many things at once. I feel like I just want to go to sleep and not wake up until March next year. It's as if someone pulled out the plug, and now I find myself in a world without warmth, without color. I am retracting, feeling estranged from the outside world, which seems way too hostile to live in.
I hold on to what is left: my body and my movement. I am working through it, bringing all the mental energy back into my body, into my senses, my breath.
In the studio, I find joy in my state of feeling overwhelmed. The ground I fall on always allows me to get back up if I stay elastic. I flail and stumble in all directions, to find my groove.