I so want to do belly dancing… tonight is the first class, but my body hurts today. I feel like every fiber in my body is screaming at me not to go.
I want to dance… dancing is an expression of joy, but instead I’m crying right now. I’ve been doing a lot lately, a lot for me. Visiting with friends, going out for tea, shopping… not a lot right?… It’s taken a toll on my fibro and I’m having a bit of a flare.
Dammit though, I want a life. I don’t want to live on my couch! I’ve been having so much fun making new friends and shopping and having tea. I guess I need to just scale it back a bit, a little less shopping a little more tea. I already feel so inactive.
Great now I’m crying with the whole pity party inner voice whining at me ‘it’s not fair’. Well fuck it, life isn’t fair, my other gemini voice is saying ‘suck it up princess’.
Wolfe just brought me pain killers… and belly dancing class is in 5 hours. I’ll have to take personal inventory just before class and decide if I’m going to take the risk and go to class, and give this a try, or if I’m going to stay in.
If I have to choose between belly dancing classes, and shopping trips and tea with friends, I know I need the social interaction and friendships more than I need the dance classes… but I can’t help but feeling pissed that my current limitations might not allow me to have both.
I need to focus on being grateful for what I can and do have. I know I’m being over emotional… but that’s in part from the pain, pain kind of has a way of stripping you of your defenses and leaving you raw and exposed.