So I’m thinking of taking a belly dance class for beginners that’s being offered at the yoga studio next month. My husband doesn’t know about this yet. My poor husband, if only he knew all the ideas that ungulate in my mind. I have a belly dancing brain.
I saw the flier for it yesterday and it’s been spinning around in there ever since. I have to beware fliers. They always get me. I am a sucker for a flier! My husband is a sucker for dazzling marketing anywhere, but I’m a more home-grown kind of gal. Give me a piece of paper and a thumb tack and you have me from clear across the room.
But the flier for the upcoming belly dance class was neon green. So it’s obvious. I have to sign up.
I’m always wanting to sign up for things. That’s another thing that gets me. If there is a sign-up involved that’s a big lure too. I know this can be a serious danger because there’s a “sign-up” for everything under the sun and moon. But I like to belong. It’s true. It’s something I like to deny, but I do like to be part of a group that is doing something together for a specified purpose. It might be a safety thing. A way to be around other people and not have the pressure of having to come up with some reason that they should stick around me. Even though I know that even in groups where I sign up sometimes I’m on the outskirts of it and sometimes never even interact. But that’s ok. I’m still joined with them and the people I’m with can’t get rid of me entirely until the designated time is up, right? Unless everyone decides to leave early…which sometimes they do. I am usually the one in class that wants to stay and work doing whatever we’re doing till the very end. But that is probably because I get really into the things I sign up for and put all of myself into it like it’s going to be my new career. Belly dancing might be my calling!
Some people are “class” people and some people aren’t. My husband is not a class person. He avoids them at all costs, but I will invest any amount of money, time and effort to be able to participate. I am so grateful my husband endures my classtaking-itis.
Once I signed up for this community dance thing where people got together to create a modern dance piece with a real-deal professional choreographer. It was so awesome. I adore dancing with my two left feet! I love coming into body awareness through the safety of designed activities and exercises. This is all starting to make sense.
Movement has been a big part of my healing long before I was even aware that I needed to heal.
I think I have a past or future life in which I get to be a real dancer.
It’s a sort of dream.
Even if all I can do in this life is sign up for belly dance class and join a travelling band I probably ought to do it. Practice makes perfect.