Then about 6 or 7 years ago, I retired my dancing shoes. I decided when I went out, I cared more about socializing than dancing. So if I went to the club with my friends, I would be the one posted up by the bar, accepting free drinks and flashing my smile rather than my dance moves.
This all goes to say that had I not retired, bellydancing would not have been so hard tonight.
Besides the fact that everyone was experienced, the instructor didn't use a mic and I didn't have one of those jangly scarves to wrap around my waist, this class was challenging because of the moves. And honestly a lot of them reminded me of some of the freak-dancing in high school, the club moves and the strholls I did while in college. It's all waist-based and had it not been awhile since I popped my pelvis or rolled my hips, I might've done better.
After class the only other woman who seemed to be struggling like me, said a few kind words.
"It gets easier," she said.
"Man, I sucked!" I told her.
"My first few classes I had a hard time, but I did feel it in my muscles after," she said.
"I guess that's good," I commented.
"Hope to see you next week," she called as I tied my shoes.
"Me too, " I replied, "I hope I get the courage."
Maybe if I get one of those little jangly scarves it'll help.
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