Sooooooooooo.... I started a new job last year, haven't been bellydancing in class for longer, and I'm desperately out of practice. Serious practice, anyway. I mean, I DO do tummy isolations and Sharon Kihara's Butt Fist thing during surgery, but no real practice. Bah. I need to dance more.

I had a dream last nite about dancing. I was, in fact, on some kind of small stage with various woman, dancing. some of it was middle eastern, some of it wasn't. I remember thinking... "I have a ... read more

School is almost over, and I've managed to get back into a schedule I can handle, which includes going back to dance. I find I'm not as exhausted the day after at clinicals, so my hips are shimmying once again.

Miss Anya has taken us to new levels of dance awareness in our little bitty class, and it's bringing me some challenges, but nothing I can't handle. Yet. I'm just enjoying the sisterhood again, to be quite honest. I missed everyone. I missed the workout, and I missed doing some... read more

... for I have sinned.

I only bellydance in my car and in my bedroom when I'm putting on my pajamas.

It's sad, I know. I'm so damned tired all the time, though. By the time I get home from the hospital, the last thing I want to do is hang out with more women. I just want blessed silence.