The title of this post is my own personal Understatement of the Year.
Oh, the difference a day makes. Twenty four little hours...
I am sitting in the cafe again, having eaten dinner and waiting for the last teacher training session of the day at 7:30, and there is a pink and orange exploding sky over the mountains of the Berkshires.
My experience here started to change last night when we had our first "intro" session.
I walked into that room and what were they playing but "Everybody Dance Now!" by C & C Music Factory. Only my Favorite College Song Ever!
And proof that at least one of my fears was unwarranted: this would not be a week filled with foo-foo "yoga music" and drumming. Oh, no, these teachers were going to let us ROCK.
The music aside, my introvert buttons were pushed -- hard -- for the first 20 minutes. You know -- saying hello and all that crap. (Giggle)
I have taught enough to know how necessary those beginning exercises are, but I am usually the one inflicting the pain.
But then we started to move. And move I did.
I left that class SHINING. I remembered Why I Was Here. I remembered Who I Really Am.
I am taking good care of my introvert though. I find time to be alone. To do my other thing: write.
After last night, I was 90% sure I would be back for part two in December. After today, I am 110% sure that I will be back -- and more than just December. It leaves me breathless with a chest full of butterflies to think ahead, too, to February and the Spiritual Bellydance training.
Sigh. Sigh of the very best kind.
A follow up question for all of you: When was there a time when you forced yourself to do something, dreaded it, and then ended up loving it, transformed by it?