An end to a good week

And why is this? One word:

SLEEP.

I've been getting SLEEP. And when that happens, I feel like I could conquer Mt. Everest.

Last night I had my balance class, and although I still have a long way to go, my confidence is increasing. And I had my very own sword with me! It looks all scary and crazy, I love it. And it and I have bonded. It feels secure on my head, and I know which one is mine right away just by looking at the markings on its hilt. It's just a little sword love fest.

Last night we worked on placing the sword on our heads while dancing. As expected, that was hard to do. We also started a short choreography for the upcoming hafla. And although I still need to work on my confidence when dancing in public, I've gotten so much better about performing. Exhibit A: It didn't even faze me when Claire mentioned that we'd each need to come up with an improvised segment to insert towards the end as our "solo time." I used to freak out dancing in a single class number, and now I stick swords on my head and make up stuff right on the spot.

This makes me very proud. :) Life just continues to get more and more interesting as I get older,  I tell you. I think it's because we care less and less about what others think and just pursue the things that we truly enjoy. Because life is short. We should make ours meaningful.