Let's get...delusional?
I MAY need to schedule in an hour on the weekend in order to take a good hard look at myself. Well, that consensus came from my friend, Sally (remember - the blogger ). She pointed out this evening that I hadn't really done anything different in my "week of the dancer". I guess it was similar to the "year of the snake"...nothing different happened. When we were having this conversation, I opened my mouth to protest...but then realised she was probably right. Last week when I made this proclaimation I had completed five dance classes and was jumping out of bed each day delighted from all the endorphins flying through my body. This week....hmmmm....honestly? I've reached the low point after the glorious point. But peaks and troughs my friends...peaks and troughs ....Next week I'll feel amazing and back to my once-a-fortnight-spritely self! In saying that...it's not like I didn't dance this week. I did five classes - the same number