"Go to the ballet by yourself," I'll tell my daughter. Even when there is a foot of snow on the ground, you still have an obligation to yourself to put on that little black dress and go to the ballet. I will reminder her that Sunday's will always save her even on the weeks where her soul and skin feel disconnected. When you wake up at 5am because your heart needs to breathe instead of sleep, read Maya's autobiography for the ninth time before church. And always, always have a supply of fresh fruit waiting to nourish your belly, giving your brain the antioxidants it needs to repair itself from the stress you out yourself under for the past six days. No one blames you pea, but that is why you have to go to the ballet by yourself.