What I’m Thankful For

This next one isn’t a person but it changed my life.

I’m thankful for dance.

When I was 13, I had very few friends and very little self esteem. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I couldn’t play an instrument, I wasn’t good at sports (especially anything involving running), and I had no hobbies besides reading by myself in my bedroom. My parents were mostly busy with all the sports my siblings did so I was just given some books and left to my own devices. One day, I decided that I wanted to do ballet. Actually, it wasn’t like it just hit me one day. I don’t know where I got the idea or when I decided that I wanted to do it, I just did (I didn’t even really know what it was, I just wanted to do it). So, I took it upon myself to do a little research into local dance studios and voila! there were quite a few nearby. I picked one, called them up, took a tryout class, and next thing I knew, I was taking ballet lessons. My parents went along with it because there was hardly ever anything that I wanted to do that bad.

I am so thankful for ballet. It changed me and it changed my life. I don’t have words to say how much. It taught me so much that I can’t even list here in this blog. Sure, I’ll never be Misty Copeland but there is no doubt in my mind that ballet is a powerful, wonderful, beautiful thing and I wish everyone could love it as much as I do. I may not dance as much as I used to but my love for dance will never die. It runs deep and is truly a part of who I am today. Thank you ballet. Thank you Ms. Felicia. Thank you Ms. Ann and Ms. Norine and Ms. Lindsey and Ms. Michelle. Thank you Marius Petipa. Thank you Balanchine and Cechetti. Thank you.

Me in 1st arabasque Jan 2012 (photo credit: Thai Chu)

Me in 1st arabasque
                                       Jan 2012                                          (photo credit: Thai Chu)

Me and a fellow dancer Jan 2012 (photo credit: Thai Chu)
Me and a fellow dancer
Jan 2012
(photo credit: Thai Chu)

A really fun photo shoot I did  Jan 2012 (photo credit: Thai Chu)

A really fun photo shoot I did
Jan 2012
(photo credit: Thai Chu)

An old photo shoot 2011? (photo credit: Thai Chu)

An old photo shoot
2011?
(photo credit: Thai Chu)

All our tutus 2011? (photo credit: Thai Chu)

All our tutus
2011?
(photo credit: Thai Chu)

 

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Then This Fruitcake…

I’m thankful for my best friend (name withheld). We met in 7th or 8th grade and became friends our sophomore year of high school. The first time I met her I thought that she hated me because of the look on her face. I later found out that that was just her nervous-meeting-someone-new face. Now, we’re best friends. We have so much in common but we’re so different at the same time. She has always been there when I needed her. She could understand anything I go through and what I’m thinking and she helps me to work things out. I’m most definitely thankful for her.Picture 053celene 066

Last of the Fold

I’ve been a little AWOL. In my defense, midterms. Moving on.

Jared! My lil’ bro. Jared is my last sibling. And our last name is Lamb (hence the title, I thought I  was being clever). Jared is 5 years younger than me and my only younger sibling. We were always the two little ones, the youngest siblings, little sister and little brother. I used to walk him to kindergarten and then I walked him to elementary school and then I was high school so school started at a different time so I wasn’t walking him anywhere. And now he’s in high school. My little brother can be the sweetest little thing ever. We would have talks late at night (when he should’ve been asleep) about anything from girls to video games to God. But he’s also a little terror. He gets into trouble in ways I could never have dreamed of (like stealing a soap dispenser from school. Just, why?) and he knows exactly which buttons to press to get on my nerves every time. But I love him and I am so thankful God decided that my parents needed one more child (they certainly didn’t plan that).

He's the little bro in the front

He’s the little bro in the front

obviously the middle one here
obviously the middle one here

Day Numero 5

My next “I’m thankful for” is Brandon. He is my third oldest brother and 4 years older than me. I’m thankful for Brandon because of the spiritual insight he brings. I’m very proud of my brother for serving his mission in Brazil (came home in August). This isn’t to say that my other siblings aren’t spiritual or that I’m not proud of them but that it’s something that I’m thankful for in Brandon. Brandon is a pretty funny guy too, always trying to make people laugh. I love that he tries to make people laugh. We chat. We’re buds.100_3558

He's the one standing

He’s the one standing

Aaaannnd…

MATT! Matthew is my second oldest brother, 5 years older than me. I’m thankful for Matt because we’ve been through hard times together. We weren’t always close and our relationship was rocky for a while but now I couldn’t imagine what I’d do without him. We go to church together (when I’m home), go to events together, have some of the same friends (that we have dinner parties with), spend car rides together chatting about life, give each other advice, and are each other’s wingman/woman. All in all, much like best friends. And I’m glad for it.

Left: Matt Right: Brandon

Left: Matt
Right: Brandon

Next up…

My brothers and sister. I can’t decide if I want to do them all at once or in 5 separate posts (you read that right, I have 5 siblings). For now, I’ll just do one at a time. If I run out of days, I can smush them together. I’ll just do them in order of oldest to youngest (no need to play favorites here).

First up: Phillip

Phillip is 7 years older than me. I’m thankful for Phillip because he was always the comforting one. Compared to my other brothers he seemed more calm (probably because he was older) and more like the one that you would go to for a hug. He’s the brother that you just know he cares even if he doesn’t show it.

(left to right) Back: Matt, Phil, Brandon Front: Amanda, Me

(left to right)
Back: Matt, Phil, Brandon
Front: Amanda, Me