Posts by: KatherineNewcomb

On Inspiration

I stood side stage at John Hancock Hall. Blood rushed to my feet, my neck stiffened, and anxiety consumed me. This was the same kind of paralyzing, intense anxiety that occurred when I presented a final project worth a third of my grade or when I interviewed for a job for the first time. Now it was back, just before performing at a ballet competition against hundreds of other talented dancers from around the world. Continue reading

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