Another thing I like as I get older is that afternoon nap.
The last few years I worked before I retired from an IT job at 57, I was really starting to have problems at work as I didn't want to get up so damn early, and I wanted a nap in the afternoon - the latter of which described my father at the same point in his life. But now I take a nap every afternoon.
Most Belly Dancers retire at around age 60, I'm now halfway between that and age 70, when pretty much the rest of the Belly Dancers retire. I knew one who made it until about 84 or so, and there's one or two in California whose exact age I don't know, but they've been dancing since Christ was a Corporal, so they're "up there". In any event, its getting harder - my damn hamstrings and hip flexors continue to give me grief. I'll go as long as I can - when I stop dancing, my life will pretty much be over. I'm going to dance classes 4 nites a week, which includes Bianca's "Yoga for Belly Dancers" which is probably the only thing that is keeping me going. And that class fucking kills me - I usually come out of it feeling like I've participated in some kind of primitive feminine fertility and birthing ritual. But its what I need, even though I generally feel like a wishbone. Who knew there were that many ways to spread your legs? OUCH!
The last few years I worked before I retired from an IT job at 57, I was really starting to have problems at work as I didn't want to get up so damn early, and I wanted a nap in the afternoon - the latter of which described my father at the same point in his life. But now I take a nap every afternoon.
Most Belly Dancers retire at around age 60, I'm now halfway between that and age 70, when pretty much the rest of the Belly Dancers retire. I knew one who made it until about 84 or so, and there's one or two in California whose exact age I don't know, but they've been dancing since Christ was a Corporal, so they're "up there". In any event, its getting harder - my damn hamstrings and hip flexors continue to give me grief. I'll go as long as I can - when I stop dancing, my life will pretty much be over. I'm going to dance classes 4 nites a week, which includes Bianca's "Yoga for Belly Dancers" which is probably the only thing that is keeping me going. And that class fucking kills me - I usually come out of it feeling like I've participated in some kind of primitive feminine fertility and birthing ritual. But its what I need, even though I generally feel like a wishbone. Who knew there were that many ways to spread your legs? OUCH!
