My ballet teacher has us pick a word out each class. On some days, that's the only reason why I'm there. I don't know if they help my ballet, but they certainly influence my life.

One day, I picked the word "grow" and after class bought a new plant and some orchid food. I didn't make the connection until later.

Another day, before I had paid for the class because I was afraid I couldn't afford it, I picked the word "enough." I paid the next day

Last week, on Monday, I picked "let go," and I spent the whole class in a foul mood. I wasn't a big fan of that one. The following Wednesday, I picked "sustain." It seemed kind of opposite. I took it that I have to just keep on the same course.

I've picked "dig" twice and have no idea what that word mean to me, except maybe, as my therapist accuses me, I don't really want to go deep (bitch). I've picked "embrace" twice as well. Hey, I embrace my unemployment checks every other week!

And another day, I picked "fly." That one probably made more sense than anything.

Just for today, I can understand the power of words.