My mom always says that we all can’t be good at everything. This is fine if it’s something like cooking that I don’t really want to do anyway. Yes, I admit to being culinarily challenged. I am a complete disaster in the kitchen. It’s ok, though. One of my husband requirements was having an ability to cook so our children could grow up eating something other than spaghettios.
Being not good at something is terrible, though, when it’s something that you really want to do. I want to be a belly dancer. I don’t know why, but it’s something I’ve always wanted to do. Maybe I shouldn’t have waited until I was 40 to undertake this endeavor, but I always say, better late than never.
My first eight weeks of belly dancing so far have been very trying. We’ve been learning basic steps and moves (which I can do) and then combining those steps with veils (which seems to be my downfall). I was hoping to improve by the end of this first session so I could move on to Level 2, but I received the disappointing news that there won’t be any finger cymbals for me in the immediate future. I have to master the veil before I can move on.
“If you can’t work with the veil, how are you going to dance with a sword?” my teacher asked. Good question! I can’t even chop celery without cutting myself! How AM I going to dance with a sword?
Today is Thursday Thirteen...and here’s mine....
1. Static Guard. The veil must be drawn to my magnetic personality. Like weirdos, it finds me and just clings on.
2. Abdominal muscles.
3. Motrin. A big bottle.
4. A bigger chest. (I think this made my last TT list, too!)
5. A better looking shoulder shimmy. Which I don’t think is possible until I have #4.
6. Acrylic nails. Red. Definitely red.
7. Hair extensions. The whole thing just looks better with a long, swinging ponytail.
8. A different belly dancer name. My teacher named me Jessenia (yes-SEN-i-a), which means “flower”. She says I need time to bloom. I think I need another name. This one just isn’t working for me.
9. An elaborate purple costume. Just ‘cause I really want one.
10. A belly button ring. My teacher says belly dancers shouldn’t have tattoos or a belly ring. Since I don’t plan on seeking out dancing gigs at the Hookah Lounge or anywhere else, I think it adds something to the costume and it might distract from my stretch marks.
11. Some “sultry”. Where does one get some of this sultry stuff? My current not-so-sultry personality lends itself to something more like tap dancing. (Which, by the way, I am excellent at.) It’s cute, bouncy and doesn’t require you to dance with sharp objects.
12. A place to practice. There is nowhere in my house where I can swing my veils around without bumping into furniture, a kid or a dog. I’m sure that Mata Hari didn’t have to learn under these circumstances.
13. An audience that doesn’t giggle. Belly dancing moms are just not THAT funny.
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