Today is zumba and yoga day! (Pending that this snow and ice doesn't derail my plans, of course) I've been doing yoga for a while and, being the closet hippie that I am, I absolutely love to put on my organic, aromatherapy lotion and indulge in sun salutations and savasana until they turn on the lights and tell me to get up. But zumba is still a little new to me. I've decided that as a tall, very white, Norwegian girl with only a modest amount of hips, a dance workout like zumba that focuses on me shaking "it" is like a tool for reinventing myself in certain ways. The more my hips shake, the more I feel like an exotic island girl who probably spends her days picking flowers to put in her hair and dancing on the beach.
Maybe one day I'll sign up for one of those pole dancing classes that tout finding your inner goddess. I'm all about finding my inner goddess--I even believe some days that I am that goddess on the outside. But as I mentioned previously, I've always been the good girl and even though I would actually love to swing myself around a pole and have everyone think I'm a smoldering goddess, I'm only willing to be a little bad. By that I mean that I've been saving myself physically for the love of my life whom I have not yet found, and I feel that advertising the goods in that kind of way makes people assume that I'm giving the goods away. So for now, I will continue to shake it in zumba and feel like that exotic island girl, and whenever I do find Mr. Right, he will eventually be privy to the unleashing of 27 years of pent up goddess energy.
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