Clean it like you mean it

Cleaning is a never ending process, specially when it comes down to a closet πŸ™‚ couple weeks ago I watched a cute Japanese movie that was based on the book written by Marie Kondo “The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing”. I’ve heard about that book before, but haven’t read it, and this movie was a great and easy introduction.

For the last couple of years I’ve head that yearning feeling to clean up all the things around me. It felt like in the pile of everything, I have lost something or can’t find what have been looking all this time. I’ve started “spring cleaning” on multiple occasions, but most of the time, I would either never finish or by the time I finish one side the other gets to a disaster point.

Last week I woke up at 5am for no particular reason, and for no reason was excited to start the day πŸ˜€ So that morning, I took all my clothes out of every single corner and put it all in one big pile in the living room….thinking that I’ll go through that pile in a week. My plan was to work on that pile everyday, but it has been already more than a week, and the pile is still there. However, I did make some progress the other evening, but got stopped by a spider that freaked me out. I have a box where I keep all my hats and scarfs, and I started going through it, pulled out one hat and IT WAS THERE!….soooo I haven’t gone close to the pile since then πŸ˜€

This incident (yeah the one when some spider attacked me and almost ate my soul!) made me think that it’s pretty much the same when we go through a pile of our emotions. When we start going though something, and working … seeing some progress already… getting deeper…and boom! some nastiness pops out and you freak out. You didn’t even know that you had it there, and it is crawling through your stuff. That is those grudges, negative thoughts, self petty and etc. crawls in to your mind…your heart…At first, one negative thought might look pretty harmless, but if you won’t get rid of that soon enough …next thing you know a spider web has been set up…and then another one.. and then you’ll see little spider kids are running around everywhere all happy…and they’re learning to build their webs. Then boom chicka wow… and you’re all tied up and numb from their venom!!! #youcanstartfreakingoutrightaboutnow πŸ˜€

Alright I freaked myself enough now…so tonight I’ll tackle that pile!

To be continued…


Dancing Bug

Ohhh dancing … whether moving my body to the rhythms of techno house bass, RnB soothing sounds, belly dancing drums, Hip Hop funky beat, or Turkish romani story telling… ohh I love it all! But there are two dances that stand out the most for me: Salsa and Bachata #drooling haha

I caught this latin dancing bug about 7 years ago. It crept up on me at one of the college parties, where pretty tipsy Colombians got tired of our drunk Russian techno jamming and switched it to THEIR music πŸ™‚ Β And there it was… my first salsa dancing lesson #hearagloriousmusiconthebackgroundnow

However, my salsabachata cherry wasn’t popped till couple years later. To be more specific in September 2011, when I took a real for real Salsa and Bachata basics lesson at one of the local studios. After one month dance lessons program there was three months one, which got followed by joining a dance team and learning all the cooking behind the stage. I haven’t mastered the Dance performing artΒ hehe nor got to the advanced level in it… one day… But with social dancing, I think I got to a pretty decent level…at least that’s what they say πŸ™‚

Ever since then my restless feet keep bringing me back to social dancing parties. Due to some twisted circumstances, going dancing Β in our little town comes with not only excitement for me, but also a bitter feeling. Well actually a whole variety box of different not so pleasant feelings. Why do I come back? At different times there was a different reason. Once it was a desire to get so good at dancing… then wishing to fit in and be accepted…then hopeful thinking that things will change in my favor…that phase lasted a looooooooooooooong time haha…there was even a time when I wished that I’d never took a salsa class… I wanted to not to love to dance….then I got to a place where I don’t want any of that…I don’t try to fit in anymore, I’m not looking for acceptance, I don’t wait for things to be different…now I’m just showing up for dancing πŸ™‚

I’m coming back to grab a little bit of magic that dancing does to my mind and my body. It’s not about dance partners, or us while we dance.. it’s purely loving a state of me while I dance. Of course dance partners matter haha they lead the magic flow haha But what I’m talking about is my connection to the music, and how it makes my body move, and how the movement makes me feel. It sort of a meditative state for me, when I release different thoughts and emotions.

No matter how much I lift weights, run, do yoga, walk , hike, bike, or even dance other styles, there comes a time when I feel how my body craves salsabachata cure. And that dancing cure is so overdue by now.

I guess… let’s dance πŸ™‚