This past week was a little rough for me.
I’m not sure why I was so affected by the events that happened. Maybe its because I don’t do well with passive aggressive behavior (like my old roommate Pat used to be)…maybe I still just care FAR too much about other people’s opinions of me.
Long story short, without causing more issues: someone I thought I was fairly close to was apparently talking about me behind my back, and people were making passive aggressive statements to/about me on a forum I used to participate in quite frequently.
As of Friday, I deactivated my account there, and “unfriended” the vast majority of the women I knew from that site. Not all. But the only ones I kept are either: not active there much anymore, or women I actually interact with on FB. There were a few that I probably could have kept on FB, but in reality…I was upset and didn’t know who I could trust anymore. (If any of you happen to see this, know that I didn’t intend to hurt anyone’s feelings…I just seriously was unsure of who all had participated in the gossip.)
My anxiety and depression have kicked in pretty hard core.
I don’t like that I’ve allowed myself to become so upset over a handful of internet strangers opinions of me…but then I’ve always cared just TOO much.
I’ve decided, however, that this is a blessing in disguise.
At some point, we have to just move on. At some point, we realize that not everyone we meet is a friend. Not everyone who says they love you mean it.
What I can do right now, is I can focus on the people in my life who actually do care. I can focus on myself, and on making my life better, without worrying about being judged.
On that note, I’ve found a spark of inspiration this weekend. After feeling extremely low for two days, I had the opportunity to kind of immerse myself into the dance community this weekend.
The Tribal Massive is an event that takes place in Las Vegas every year. I know the organizer/producer, but haven’t ever really done much with the event, because tribal/fusion isn’t my forte. I do more Egyptian style, and folkloric dance, even though I do love and appreciate good fusion.
This year, I opted to volunteer at the Festival stage and the Fission show. I was a “Stage Kitten,” meaning I helped out if costume bits/props, etc were left on stage/fell off/exploded. It was the most fun job, even though people kept picking up their own stuff. I had a blast. I got to see all of the Festival performers on Saturday, and I got to watch the Fission show from the wings on Saturday night. It was really great! So many awesome performers.
Its put a bit of a fire under my ass to start working on more pieces. One of my goals this year is to perform more often. I have a Khaliji piece that I want to do in April…although it will be mostly improvised, I definitely have to start working on practicing, and work on the hair tossing…
I’d like to work more on the duet that Nina and I have put together…
I also want to put together a couple of fun pop numbers for shows put on by friends/should the need arise for a fun, peppy number.
I also desperately want to do a gooey, beautiful, classical piece.
Then, I had the brilliant idea for a double assaya piece.
Add to all this my desire for appropriate costuming, I’m actually going to be looking at asking friends for sewing lessons so that I can make my own costumes. (the easy ones, like Saidi dresses, etc)
I definitely have my work cut out for me this year. I just have to be diligent and not allow myself to get sidetracked. I need to spend any free time I have working on improving my dancing instead of playing stupid games on my phone. I need to work on conditioning, and exercise. I need to work on strength training, and endurance.
Sometimes it doesn’t feel like its possible. But I know it is. I know that its worth it. I know that all the hard work, the dedication, the tears, the frustration, the elation, the pain…its all worth it.
If I can make just one person smile with my dancing. If I can touch just one person…its all worth it.
Life is too short to allow yourself to be brought down by things that really don’t matter in the grand scheme of things.
While I’m here, I’m going to dance.