small worry

Less than eight months ago I managed, by some amazing stroke of luck, to acquire a dance studio of my own. I say it was a stroke-of-luck, but to be perfectly honest, I felt it coming. This opportunity had been creeping up on me for several months. Piece by piece things starting to line up. I had a bit of money sitting in the bank, the studio space that I was interested in had remained empty for quite a while and the studio we were using made it clear that bellydancers were just NOT a priority for them. Suddenly my troupe had several performances lined up and no place to practice. It was time!

I made a few phone calls, visited the space and took the leap. It happened quickly. And it's been awesome to have a home!!

Now, here we are, moving into the winter session of classes and the stress is really creeping up. Student attendance will drop, I will not be making the same amount of money as during summer and fall and to be perfectly honest, I was only just paying the rent. It's seriously stressful to not know if I'll be able to hold on to our dance space. But I know I have to try.

In the grand scheme of things a single dance studio shouldn't matter so much, right? I mean, you can always dance, with or without a studio.

It's just not that simple. The studio has become such a part of me. A tiny little piece of my soul lives there (the sane piece). There is something to be said for a small place of privacy in this chaotic life. Dance time is my time. I can re-center and re-focus like magic when I'm there. And I know that, personally anyway, it makes me a better person.

So for now, I will worry about what costuming or tribal jewelry I may have to sell to hold on to my space. But really, it's such a minor worry. Silly, to be perfectly honest. What's a bit of old jewelry in comparison to a LOT of sanity? I guess it's as simple as making the decision: even if it requires a struggle, I'm keeping my studio. There, I said it, it's done!