Despite a chronic shortage of sleep, I woke up feeling pretty darn good this morning. The reason for this is that last night I had my first belly dancing class in 4 months or more. I took a 6-week series last fall with my housemate Lisa and we both really liked it. But then a combination of finances (i.e., Christmas) and the legislative session meant that I couldn't take any more classes for awhile. But there I was last night, shimmying away and loving it.
I'd wanted to take belly dancing classes for awhile, and I'm so glad I finally signed up for them. I know those of you who know me well are finding it a very funny (and possibly frightening) image. I mean, I definitely don't have a dancer's body, and then there's the fact that I'm the biggest klutz I know. "Grace" is not my middle name! But I really love it. It makes me move my body in ways I never dreamed I could. It's a good work out too - I'm always sweating at the end and I wake up the next morning feeling muscles ache in a good way.
But don't worry, you won't see me someday with a hip scarf on and zills on my fingertips, dancing away in front of people. This is just for me and just for fun!