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I am sooooo tired! And sooooo busy!

I am working on lots of bellydance stuff. Yesterday I performed a duet at my work "talent show," next weekend I am performing at Artswalk, Halloween I am performing a few dances in the first Act and then the troupe is performing MY choreography. Eek! How in the world did that happen? I haven't been dancing very long, I don't know what I'm doing, I've never really taught anything before, and somehow I got put in charge of our "alternative dance" anyway. Craziness!

I hope it turns out spectacular. It's really intimidating. I think this is scarier than just performing because I put so much of my time/effort/self into this creation. It's my very own wriggling brain-child. And rumor has it that some zombie fanatics (most unfamiliar with bellydance) may be showing up just for my weird little zombie bellydance-ness. How crazy is that? I don't know who is advertising it heavily enough that the zombie fanatics found out about it, but I think it's kind of funny. However, it is making more nervous.

I feel pretty safe (for the most part) in front of the bellydance community, but the rest of the people that might be there... that's making me pretty nervous.

I'm trying to convince myself that it doesn't matter. That it's fun, and that's why I'm doing it. But, it's hard when other factors come into play.

Funny thing is, I have difficulty smiling while I dance (most of the time) because I am concentrating on the moves and my nervousness, but I think it's going to be equally hard NOT to smile during the zombie bellydance, watching my fellow bellydancers stumble around like undead dancers. It's going to be hilarious! And so very hard not to laugh!

So, I have to finish up the choreography (I've made changes to it), get my costume together, teach it to everyone in the troupe, make sure it all works, figure out what in the world I'm going to do with my make-up, re-register for the workshops (my registration got lost in the mail), make sure everyone else is on track with what we need to do for it, convince myself that it's no big deal, and try not to fall over and die from exhaustion.