I went to the Vagina Monologues a few weeks ago with some friends. At the end of the show, the local belly dancing troupe walked on stage and began dancing. My friend, Stephanie, leaned over to me and said, "I've always wanted to do that." And my heart said, "Me too!"
See, my heart said that, not my brain. Because occasionally our hearts are much, much more intelligent then our heads are.
I'm that person who goes to bars and watches the bags because others are dancing (assuming I even darken the door of a bar where people dance). I'm just really uncomfortable with my body, I have very little rhythm, and I step on everyone's toes. Poor husband wants to dance with me, but I'm just so awful at it.
And yet somehow I have found myself in a belly dancing class. I'm still rhythm challenged and I feel so self-conscious during the whole process. But, I'm there.
I do have to say that I love how my body feels when I'm attempting to move it. And with the hip scarves... it's amazing. I'm not good at it. I struggle to let go. I've found if I don't stand in front of the mirror I do better. And if I try to crawl out of my head, I do way better.
For now though, I'm happy that I let my heart take the lead and talk me into this class. And I'm so grateful for a friend who joined me on this adventure.