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Last night was the last session of the Belly Dancing class I signed up to take through Parks and Recreation. I LOVED IT.
If you had told me a few years ago that I would voluntarily take a dance class of any kind - a class where people, including me, would be scrutinizing my body and endeavouring to make it do really challenging things in a room with a MIRRORED WALL - I would have raised my eyebrows so high they might have fallen off my head. But I did it, and I loved it, and I really want to do it again.
Belly dancing, as anyone who's ever tried it can tell you, is not the sort of thing you get good at quickly. And I, I REALLY like to get good at things quickly. I usually just quit things that are hard, because I hate looking like I don't know what I'm doing. In this class, though, I just kept trying. It's like I lost my sense of shame or ego or self-consciousness some time in the past couple years. Probably around the time I gave birth, actually. Anyway, I worked at it, class after class, trying again and again to emulate the moves the instructor was demonstrating. And there are still lots and lots of things I can't do. But there is also a lot that I can do. And last night, the instructor told me I looked great, and that I should go on to the advanced class.
I told her that her words meant a lot to me, as taking a class like this was a bit of a change for me. She was surprised at that. "You're so natural and connected to your body," she told me.
Joy! Must remember this next time I want to quit something that's hard.
If you had told me a few years ago that I would voluntarily take a dance class of any kind - a class where people, including me, would be scrutinizing my body and endeavouring to make it do really challenging things in a room with a MIRRORED WALL - I would have raised my eyebrows so high they might have fallen off my head. But I did it, and I loved it, and I really want to do it again.
Belly dancing, as anyone who's ever tried it can tell you, is not the sort of thing you get good at quickly. And I, I REALLY like to get good at things quickly. I usually just quit things that are hard, because I hate looking like I don't know what I'm doing. In this class, though, I just kept trying. It's like I lost my sense of shame or ego or self-consciousness some time in the past couple years. Probably around the time I gave birth, actually. Anyway, I worked at it, class after class, trying again and again to emulate the moves the instructor was demonstrating. And there are still lots and lots of things I can't do. But there is also a lot that I can do. And last night, the instructor told me I looked great, and that I should go on to the advanced class.
I told her that her words meant a lot to me, as taking a class like this was a bit of a change for me. She was surprised at that. "You're so natural and connected to your body," she told me.
Joy! Must remember this next time I want to quit something that's hard.