So, the first opportunity to step out of my comfort zone actually came a few days before New Years Eve, on Christmas Day. My gift from my little sister was for us both to attend 4 belly dancing classes starting on the 17th Jan. I do have some dance experience but that ended a LONG time ago when I left Dance School at the age of 12. My experience in the 23 years since, is limited to inebriated nights on the podium at Heaven (in not much more than a pink furry skirt *sigh*), a few shady moves at house parties and a LOT of “kitchen raving” (you don’t get safer than that). So the Belly Dancing classes would pose as a bit of a challenge.
In my head, I’d be toned, and tanned and lithe and beautiful, at best a Bond girl, at worst a high class pole dancer (my head’s good like that). In reality, as I found out in lesson 1, I’d be pallid, tired, a little fatter than usual, occasionally blurting out childish jokes and giggles to mask the fact that I felt like a div. BUT, I was honoring the New Year resolution and venturing outside of my little “bubble”. I mostly ignored other people in the class thus avoiding the temptation to compare (I’ll be honest there weren’t many Bond girls in there though). I also tried to ignore those self-obsessed thoughts we get when we look in a studio mirror and resolved to concentrate on becoming AMAZING.
In our final lesson last week we completed a 5 minute routine and I had someone record it on my iPhone. Putting a section of it on this blog is SO FAR out of my comfort zone it actually hurts. But if I’m going to share, there’s no point in holding back. (p.s. if anyone ever gets me REALLY drunk I’ll probably show you the full 5 minute version…….provide a coin belt and I’d probably do it live.)
p.s I’m going back in May. Woo.