The Next Step.

The next step is often the hardest.

The writing phase of the as-of-yet-untitled-new-tap-show* was an incredibly fulfilling and rewarding experience. However, the now completed first draft has come with a new set of challenging decisions to be made. The first and most obvious two:

1) Will it be produced on stage?
2) If so, when?

‘Yes’ is the answer to the first. While I cannot be 100% certain, that’s what my instinct is telling me.

The second question is a little tougher. Continue reading

Adventures in Tap Dance & Travel.

It’s been 5 months since Christmas. 5 months.

It’s been a while since I’ve written. I’ve longed to write, and with every passing Sunday (the day I originally chose to release my weekly post), I’m reminded more and more of how much I’d like to refine my organisation and time management skills.

That said, for me, 2017 is quickly solidifying itself as a year of optimistic excitement. Much has been happening. Continue reading

A Chance to Dance – Sydney Tap Dance Festival 2017

A brief reflection.

What a week.

Tap dance works both your mind and your body considerably; for me, it’s a perfect workout. I’ve always loved the feeling of calm, happy exhaustion (and of course, the sore feet and legs) that comes with spending your days in tap shoes. Coupled with the opportunity to connect and reconnect with the small community of remarkable humans brought together by this shared love, the Sydney Tap Dance Festival has been a highlight of 2017, so far. Continue reading

Too much to do and not enough time.

A Multipotential Dilemma

I’m not one for the glorification of ‘busy’. Being busy seems to be a status symbol that many—including myself in past years—wear proudly. While there are certainly many positives of keeping one’s mind occupied with much to do, there is a fine-line that is easily crossed, tipping the scales away from happiness and toward stress.

But I cannot deny: I love work. I thrive on it. Continue reading

The Spectacular Now

Take a moment to think about the size of the universe into which we’ve had the privilege of being born.

Christopher Hitchens sums it up with super-elegant simplicity in the opening sentence of a speech he made in 2011, knowing full well he was approaching his death.

For a few milliseconds of cosmic time, our species has lived on one very very small rock, in a very small solar system that’s a part of a fantastically unimportant suburb in one of an uncountable number of galaxies.

Christopher Hitchens

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