Skating in a flowery, floaty tunic is the most me move ever.
There was another instance this weekend of someone attempting to passively/aggressively dismiss my accomplishments by calling awards earned “participation trophies.”
Oh, who the fuck cares. It gets me off the couch.
But this again makes me question my motives and I realize I’m happy where I’m at. The whole reason behind the Monkees free skate is skating for the joy of skating.
I excel at showcase numbers, but as outlined in the previous post, I had a hard time cutting the right music for a program. I also contemplated what direction I wanted to go for the next program I do.
I’ve been a lunch lady, prom queen, killer queen, Mrs. Claus, Mrs. Hannigan, Minnie the Moocher, Proud Mary, and a weary barmaid at last call. So, why not just be… me? And believe me, in skating it's easier to be someone else then lay yourself bare for a judging panel and audience to judge YOU.
I also seem to have another kind of rotation in skating, where I trade in and out focusing on technical, artistic, or character driving programs. I have the need to explore pretty again.
So I edited the Allman Brothers Band version of my namesake song, and found a tunic on Amazon. I'm attempting to be as me as I can be, in song, in dress, and in skating.
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