At one moment, you seem to be racing against it. At another, the seconds pound in your ears it drags you along. In the end, it always manages to flash before your eyes.
As the clock ticks on, we are merely “going through the motions” everyday. Our schedules mash together into one big blueprint of life, and we speed though the days without putting much thought into our actions. Seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into hours, hours turn into days, days turn into months, and months turn into years, and all that is left is pure memories…
I am so thankful to have been given the opportunity to choreograph this group contemporary-ballet piece about Hour Lives, and I am looking forward to the first rehearsal with my dancers on Monday.
It is going to be extra special to see time come alive on the stage in May… Wish me luck as I dive head first into the world of choreography (this is a first)!