I’m leaving in a few minutes for my first Belly Dancing Class.
As much as I want to do this, I’m really nervous, bordering on scared, too.
I was so moved when Jon and I saw the Belly Dancing performance a few weeks ago, that my friend Kitty, who used to Belly Dance, asked if I’d be interested in taking a class.
I’m really interested.
I’d love to be able to move my body like the women I saw that Saturday night. But even more, I want to feel the joy it seemed to me those women felt about their bodies. They were completely present and confident in their bodies. I want to know what that feels like.
It’s only one class, maybe the first of many, maybe the first and last. What ever happens, it feels important to me. I’ll let you know how it goes.