Cold, rainy day what is better than staying at home with hot chocolate, comfortable on the couch. Well there are some other options to meet new people, to do what you love and at the end to forget about anything and everything…
We are all busy, sometimes too busy to stop for a moment and reflect what makes you happy, what brings you joy and in a stressful situation helps to survive. I know it, as when I was stressed, especially while searching for a job and not getting any positive reactions back, instead of doing what made me happy I was focusing more and more on being stress…
More stress creates more problems, you get a headache or a stomach pain and you became angry and frustrated, start being unpleasant towards your loved ones… Not the nicest person ever, and if you are in such state do you think somebody else who just met you and is able to receive your negativity is willing to have you around, is willing to hire you…??? Absolutely NOT.
Therefore, start right now – look around, ask yourself:
- ”What makes me happy?” or
- ”What can I do to forget my problem at least for few hours?”
For me the best way to reduce stress and become free and happy person is dancing. I simply love dancing regardless of the style. Put a music and my body does the dance if I want it or not:). Even my mother used to say that when I was little each time the music was on my whole body was moving in the rhythm of it.
Last night friend of mine and at the same time my belly dance teacher Zahara, was organising Arabic Night Party.
Last night was cold and I was not really in the mood of going out, ready to crawl on my couch and watch some TV. However due to the fact I have already experience Zahara’s party last year and she is my friend, therefore I didn’t want to disappoint her I put myself together and went, with a plan in my head I will be back home within an hour. Nothing further from the truth, seeing so many familiar faces and the most important hearing wonderful Arabic and Latin music (forgot to mention my belly dance teacher is of Venezuelan origin), I couldn’t resist I needed to dance. I am so glad I did come to the Arabic Party – it was the best present I could give myself, moreover I received so many positive comments on my style of dancing that it made my day.
The final culminate moment of the party was when Zahara began to dance into accompaniment of the drums of Sattar. Unforgettable, and even better as Sattar was kind enough to let me play with him. Well I was just improvising but again I am good at it following Improvisation Theater.
