I can't sleep.
I can't sleep because my scar tissue on my left leg is twisting up and making me uncomfortable. Plus, everything feels out of whack. My neck is too tight, my shoulder feels sad....could be my heart chakara. I've been cleaning and I happen to find one of my stuffed animals. A dog with a blue scarf. He's good to hug and squeeze. Helps ease me into sleep.
I know right now with the economy, everyone feels uncertain. Yes, that's me. Uncertain. But I'm not scared. I'm in a strange peaceful place. Just physically weak. But guess what? I am going to Coachella. Another dream will be fufilled. It's been on my list of things to do for as long as I can remember.
I would never go because I'd take roadtrips to see my Nana, who was my whole life. On the way home, I'd dry passed Indio and swear outloud,"One day, I swear, one day..." Now's the time.
I entered a contest online. Then, I forgot about it. To my surprise, I receive an e-mail notifying me that I'd one a pair and to please provide a mailing address.
I'm going. I finally found an over-priced hotel. But I'm going. I'm missing the first day and I'm ok with that. I'm not sure how well I'll physically hold up. I'm pretty sure I can make it through 2 days. Not so sure I can make it through 3 days.
I've been slowly doing more stretches and sit-ups. I'm working on getting strong again. Once I return from Indio, I'm going to look for a new belly dance class. Parts of myself have yet to come alive.
Maybe this year I'll work on balancing on my long board more.
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