One class was all it took. The ache in my back muscles, the twinge of pain in my abs when I laugh… its all worth it, so far. I’m happy to say that I want to be a belly dancer when I grow up. My teacher is adorable, so I’m sure that helps. She’s a geek. I love geeky girls What stood out to me most was the passion in her eyes as she talked about how dancing changed her own life. She’s in love with it, and it shows. It makes people want to learn.

Ok, really, I wrote that first part this morning. Its now afternoon and I. AM. SO. SORE. Holy crap. I’m supposed to go out tonight to work on my school stuff, and I don’t think I can leave the house. Maybe I should throw in my belly dance DVD and try to get moving again… or maybe I should drink a beer. I haven’t felt these muscles in a long, long time. Ouch.

I just have to get done with all of this school nonsense so that I have time to practice, and find property in the woods to host retreats with spirit circles, belly dancing, tattoos, martinis and fabulous people.