It's a not-uncommonly heard saying that to get energy, you have to expend energy. Well, I have been needing a shot of energy lately. Seriously. My baking and pastry classes took a sharp turn toward hard last weekend, I haven't been getting enough sleep, I have a bridal shower to plan for my kid sister, yada, yada, yada.
So as I sat on the floor stretching before my weekly (used to be twice weekly, but no time for that anymore) bellydance class, the last thing I actually wanted to do was stand up and dance. Because that would involve moving.
But there is no resisting the dynamic presence that is my teacher, so move my butt I did. The rest of me, too. And to say I felt refreshed, invigorated and, yes, energized when class ended an hour later would be an understatement. Wow!
Once again, I bow in reverence to the keepers of the bellydance flame. Because bellydance is one of the very best things in the world. Hands down. It raqs!