The first two and a half weeks of the year have passed.
So far, I have to admit, its been pretty awesome!
We spent New Year’s Eve drinking margaritas, eating delicious food, and playing games with some of our best friends. Its the first NYE that Morgan hasn’t had a karaoke or DJ gig in 4 years, so it was really nice to be able to just relax.
I participated in a “Decadent Desires Challenge” through Life Transitions for Women on their Facebook page, and not only did I win some cool prizes that I can’t wait to receive, but I have an actual plan of action to start achieving some of my deepest desires this year! It seems so simple when you sit back and make an action plan.
So, the next big thing on my agenda is surgery tomorrow.
I have an 18mm kidney stone in my right kidney.
After a year and a half of not having any kidney pain or problems, almost 2 months ago, after going running one day, I came home, and when I went to the bathroom, there was blood in my urine.
Now…I know this isn’t normal, and I probably should have had it checked a bit sooner, but, I don’t have a primary care doctor, and the urologist I had been seeing for my surgery no longer takes my insurance, so I didn’t have a urologist either.
Morgan suggested that it was my cycle. And while I know my cycle, and knew that it wasn’t that, I convinced myself that it was. It went away after a day.
A week later, my cycle came, the way it always does. And then a week after that, after running again, there was more blood in my urine.
I ended up waiting longer than I should have, but after the 4th time seeing blood after a run, I decided that something wasn’t right, and that I needed to go to the ER.
After my CT, they told me I have an 18mm kidney stone.
That’s the size of a dime, in case you were wondering. Most kidney stones are the size of a period or smaller.
So, I have to have another Extracorporeal Shock Wave Lithotripsy (or ESWL) procedure done tomorrow. Its non invasive. My recovery time should be short, and then I can get back on my C25K training, and weight lifting.
This happens tomorrow, and I’m hoping that by January 31st, that I’m feeling up to exercise. Its been a couple of weeks since I’ve actually worked out, and I’m dying over here.
Besides my health, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and research about dance.
As a student of Arab dance for the last almost 15 years, it blows my mind how much I still don’t know. I don’t say that out of arrogance. There is ALWAYS something new to learn. I’m a big fan of remaining a student for the rest of my life. The moment I think I know everything is the moment I need to quit.
Sometimes I feel like I’m LOSING information I used to have because I’ve been out of classes for so long. I have days when I listen to a song, and I simply cannot pick out the rhythm, and I should know what it is. I find myself pondering what maqam a song is in, and even though I’ve only studied a handful of the maqam in 3 workshops….I still beat myself up when I can’t pick it out.
I think sometimes after watching my videos on Facebook that I’m a mediocre dancer. All I can do is pick out the trouble spots. My arms suck. My turns suck. My musicality has suffered by not dancing. I feel that I’ll never be as good as I want to be. That I’ll never travel and teach. That I’m not as good as some of my peers.
But then I think about some of the compliments that I’ve received on my dancing, recently for one of them…how I’ve been told by 2 of the teachers that I HIGHLY respect and admire, who are in a class all their own…who are actually Arab…one has told me that I’m a classy dancer, and the other commented that I dance “very Arab” which is the highest compliment I believe I could ever receive. These people aren’t the kind of people who will simply compliment you just for the heck of it, or to stroke your ego.
Not saying that my friends or husband would say that I’m a great dancer when I’m actually not…but its different coming from people who are of the culture you are representing. I want my friends to know that I love and appreciate their support and compliments too. I always have and always will. This is by no means a slight.
I’ve also been told by 2 strangers at different points in my dance life, just while social dancing (the “get up and dance” portion of a set at restaurants where my friends are dancing) that I must be Arab. So I must be doing something right…
Its hard to not be in my own head sometimes though, to be honest. Dancing is all I’ve ever wanted to do, since I was 22 years old, falling in love with the dance. I’ve wanted to travel to Egypt to study. I’ve wanted to travel all over the US, studying, performing and also teaching.
I’ve been fortunate enough to have taught 2 workshops at the beloved Las Vegas Bellydance Intensive before it died. I taught a handful of extremely dedicated beginner students before I started having all of these horrible kidney troubles.
I want to get back there again, and surpass it. I want to be able to dance full time, and actually make a living at it.
I know it can be done. I have friends who are doing it now.
But here comes that insecurity again…they’re so much better than I am…even though I might have more years of Arab Dance under my belt, they’re able to put in the time and money to continue taking classes where I can’t right now, and haven’t been able to for several years (because of my health, mostly.)
But guess what.
I can still do it.
I just have to make getting into classes a priority this year, and I’m going to. Whether its a 5 or 6 week session, or 1 hour long private class a month, I WILL get back into class. I WILL work my technique and improve. I WILL perform more often, and more varied styles (Khalji anyone? Coming up soon!). I will make it.
Because I have the drive, and the DESIRE to do it. To share my passion with people.
I just have to prioritize and commit…and I’m doing that right now. Insha’Allah, this year will be the year that some of these dreams come true.