When i was a little girl, I wanted to be a ballerina. I wanted to wear a pink tootoo and swirl around and be beautiful. That was long forgotten as I was encouraged to be intelligent and go to university and work hard. Artists and dancers and those types don’t make a good living, I was told. 30 some-odd years later, I go to a show and watch a bellydancer shake her thang. That’s what I want to do! So I signed up for a class. My teacher was sublime and as i watched her in the mirror, I thought, ‘hey, I’m getting this, look at me! Then i did look at me and I looked more like a hunk of wood! Not graceful, and not lovely…but I also know and believe that you sometimes have to do something badly before you can do it well. I^ve got more classes on the way.
Plus, I also realised that I’m not really doing this to impress those who are watching me, I’m doing it because it feels great!
