I'm trying to decide if I should rent a dance studio or not. There is a steel building right by Gilbert High School (the one that Gissels used to own), and it's a dance studio inside. There is a little lobby area, bathroom, drinking fountain, two dance rooms and even a window so the parents could watch from the lobby. The location is ideal, since most of our students live in Gilbert. It would also be great to have 2 classes going at a time. It's just scary to pay a big rent each month and wonder if we will even make a profit, especially in the summer, when we will most likely have less students. The hope is that once we move there we would gain students since we could offer more classes and it would be more professional than having classes in a garage. I wish I could know how many new students we'd get ahead of time, but instead it's kind of a gamble. Melanie and Amy are teaching with me, which is great, because I can't have this be my whole life. So I guess I'm asking for advice...Do we stay safe and keep doing things like we are, or do we rent this building and hope we gain enough students to make the rent worth it?
It was great to be able to watch conference this weekend. I really liked Elder Ballard's talk to mothers. He quoted Anna Quindlen saying how she wished she had lived in the moment more while her children were young. She said something to the effect of " Enjoy the doing, not just the getting done". This is good advice for me! Has anyone read any of her books? Now I'm interested in reading some of her work. Something else that stood out to me was in Sister Tanner's talk. She talked about miracles in our lives today and how sometimes the miracle doesn't come until the final hour, or until we are pushed to the limits of our strength. I liked her comparison to Abraham and Isaac going forward in faith without knowing Heavenly Father would rescue Isaac at the last moment. I hope I can have that same kind of faith, even when the future is uncertain.
"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was here and that I really lived." -Marjorie Pay Hinckley