I am sweating rivers and totally out of breath. I have been bellydancing for the past hour, with the music on repeat. I am so exhausted my back muscles ache, and so do my calves. I have to stop; still I keep going. I think it must be the most liberating form of dance, at least for me. I have never thought of myself as a “dancer” until recently. Maybe today. To find such release in motion is foreign to me. Yet there is something about this that touches me in the same way music does. And I have rarely been able to say that before.
My first ever stage solo is tomorrow night. Wish me luck. If you want to go, let me know and I’ll give you the time and place.
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