Namely, I got sick. In the head. I've suffered depression before (and it was one of the things that led me to belly dance as a way of making myself feel good), but this latest crisis has been a particularly bad one, and my recovery is going to be a slow one. For a week or two, dance fell off my radar, but it's something that brings me a lot of joy, so I've been working hard to stay connected.
That paid off last night, when I got back onstage. I danced a lovely veil piece with my teacher's student troupe, and it felt great to be up there and dancing again. I was wondering if stage fright was going to be an issue, but all I felt was joy and excitement at performing!
I think that will be the last outing for this costume in its current form though- straight, skinny belts are just not a good look on apple-bodied chicks, and the bra is now a good two sizes too big and I've lost my chicken fillets!
Anyway, that was the last hafla before Christmas, so now it's back to present wrapping, packing to visit family, and deciding which abandoned sewing project needs reviving.
I hope everyone out there in the blogosphere has a very merry festivity of choice!
