My exotic dance classes are over and I was feeling a bit blue about it tonight.  Who knew?  Four weeks ago, I entered that studio a bit anxious and really not feeling like the decision to do this was good. Now, on the last night and on the eve of my 50^th birthday, I think, “What am I doing here?”  I will tell you and I will also tell you what I learned this week.

1.     I learned that it really doesn’t matter what you wear, Under Armour or Nike.  It truly is how you feel. The clothes, in this case, do not make the woman.

2.     I never heard the song, Nasty Boy until tonight and I am not sure I want to hear that again.

3.     I learned that I loved my instructor.  She was strong and confident and funny and wanted us to have fun and step out of the box a bit.  I did that for her (and me).

4.     I now know that coordination and dance moves will not be listed as a trait or skill of mine. In fact, it may be the opposite. My resume will not be updated with this skill set.

5.     I am exotic, in my own way, wearing high heel flip flops instead of stilettos and Nike yoga pants instead of booty pants and tonight I even added a glitter headband. Yowza.