I took my first belly dancing class today and I am very excited about it. It's really delightful to pursue these radically different interests of mine.
Belly dancing,
Chinese broadsword,
tea cups,
weight lifting,
Bible,
martial arts,
skiing,
languages.
I think I am becoming a Renaissance Woman. Is there such a thing?
Belly dancing is very different than I thought it would be. It's harder in some ways. It is going to help me a ton with muscle isolation and body awareness. Those things are important in martial arts as well as dating. It's all intertwined. It's a holistic-me thing. A Christian holistic me thing.
I'm dying from the world's worst head cold. And, what's worse: I'm uninspired. I can't think through the stuffiness in my head. There are not enough Kleenex on the planet to make me acceptable in public. It's not very ladylike.
If I don't suffocate from the cold, I'll write more tomorrow.
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I am still thinking Mrs. Peel here.... With a head cold and broadsword of course.
My grandmother in America always tells me to breathe in Vicks vapors. Of course she also wants me to smear mustard on my chest for a cold as well. She is odd, no ketsup or relish to go with the mustard.
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