I was in Erie this past weekend to film a project with my choreography peeps. One of them is moving quite far away and the scheduling of this was challenging, to say the least. For a bunch of reasons, including just finding a damn space.
Anyway, this could be the last time this particular mix of people works in the same room together for a long time… or even ever. Life can be strange and who knows where it will take us.
And this group of women… I adore them.
We got everything done that we needed to get done under the two hours we had. It went perfectly. And there were cupcakes so what more could we ask for?
Or so I thought. Until I got to my hotel room later that night and realized I had not captured the first video. (Later someone helped me to find a short version I had deleted.)
You can imagine the vitriol that I aimed at myself. I could barely sleep.
How could I mess this up? I kept thinking, over and over. It felt unreal to me.
How? This brain, that’s how. This brain that can be so creative and interesting and then so… bad at the tiny details.
There was a ton of shame around this, and I wasn’t sure I would share it beyond a small group of humans.
After a few days, I got over myself. I reminded myself that I had caught most of what we needed and I can work with that. And I got some great photos as you see here.
My point? We all fuck up but let’s try to be nicer to ourselves when we do, ‘k? (Unlike how I was this time…)