today was our last bellydancing class. i was quite proud that i had gone to every single one. i rarely finish a project i’ve started at home. and while technically, this wasn’t at home (during lunch hour at work), it was something i had signed up for because of the depression – to force myself to do something new with new people, or at least the same people in a new context.
the classes were fun, our instructor was cool, and i enjoyed learning how to bellydance. maybe someday when i lose the weight again, i will enjoy it even more. in the meantime, i’ve hung up my coin skirt.