I have to admit, my self-esteem hit rock bottom with the West African dance class.
And so I went to Hip Hop the next day, feeling just a tad more fragile than when I first started…
What in the what now?
It’s Day 3 of this dancing week and that means West African…
Just as I predicted from my first day of dancing, I was unspeakably sore the next day.
Like that would stop me from dancing.
One of the things I like about Joy of Motion is the convenient locations. One of the locations, noted as Atlas in the class schedule, is a healthy walk from my house. I intend to take the rest of my classes there.
I was having a pretty basic day at the office. Kicking back work assignments and surfing on the Internet, reading Internet fluff. Namely, articles about how there wasn’t enough exercise in the world to offset the health risks of our largely sedentary lifestyle.
Reader, I had a panic attack. I felt like I was going to die in that chair and I really, really didn’t want to die. I ran out of the office with this fleeting thought that I would take half the day off and just go dancing for the rest of the afternoon.
I did eventually crawl back and finish the work day, but the thought of dancing stayed with me. And I chose to listen to it, by putting myself into a dance class.
A friend of mine told me about Joy of Motion Dance Center (JOMDC) and to my great delight, they had a New Student Deal, offering a week’s worth of classes for $20. Since their single drop-in class rate is $19, this is a sweet deal indeed. I’m gonna be blogging my week of dancing with JOMDC. Continue reading
Here’s what I’m looking to create in the year 2016! If these showed up in my life in 2016, my life would be a tad sweeter. Standing in a future fulfilled, by the end of 2016:
1. I worked or am working on Capitol Hill.
2. I live in Washington DC in my own apartment.
3. I am a business owner.
4. I have acted in at least one play (or more).
5. I have visited New Orleans with friends.
I’ll admit to something a little ugly and imperfect, Internet: when my ex chose to exit my life in late 2014, I promised myself I would make it the best thing that had ever happened to me. Ha, and I made good on it to the enth degree! I turned 2015 into a monster year, and easily my best one yet. Let’s break it down: