There’s this persistent struggle I think a lot of artists face. For a very fortunate few, art can pay the bills. For most of us, though, there isn’t much money to be made in the arts, so we seemingly live two simultaneous lives in parallel: one that pays the bills and one that keeps us sane.
The belly dance community as a whole doesn’t get a lot of tea. I mean, troupes have their own share of internal drama, there’s always that one girl who stands directly in between you and your mirror in class, and people have opinions about… well, everything when it comes to culture, identity, performance styles, costume choices, appropriation, trademarking, and so on.
But sometimes new ideas take hold of a community of people who are dancing in a way that has existed for at least decades – if not centuries – and the community then has to decide whether it will respond in kind or with aggression.
This week, that’s happening.
Now that I’ve talked about where 2019 has brought me, I wanted to take a moment to talk about where I plan to head in the next year (and in the next few years).
Note that I’ve always been a great planner, but not the best when it comes to following that plan, so I’ll ask for forgiveness now knowing that things will definitely change.
So, in my effort to start blogging here more often, I figured I should treat this as an unofficial launch of my website. ‘Tis the season for self-review, so hey, what better way to establish a jumping-off point than to talk about where I’ve been over the past year?
Also, I may have totally gotten a little inspiration from reading Blogger on Pole today (10/10 would recommend, for the record). I can neither confirm nor deny.