Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Making Money Off of Dance = Less Love?

by Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Sometimes I feel a little upset when people imply that because I dance as my vocation, that somehow I don't do it for the love of it. My personal take on it is that I love it SO MUCH that I rearranged my entire life, gave up a sizable income I used to make in more lucrative jobs, and passionately commit my energies to being a more knowledgable dancer, a better teacher, and a professional and polished performer. That isn't to say that those who don't follow my same path don't love it as much as I do--the stars aligned such that I could devote my life to it as I do--but conversely it doesn't mean I only do this for the money or for what it "gets" me.

So I think it is unfair for either side to accuse the other of lack of love driving their decisions in what is or is not appropriate to be termed bellydance. But I strongly believe that lack of experience, a lack of empathy, and/or a dose of ignorance can combine to create a dancer who is unable to appreciate why people fight so hard to define bellydance, tribal bellydance, etc; and why these same dancers eschew the idea of boundaries and responsibilities which the name "bellydancer" encompasses.

I feel blessed to get to have dance be my primary focus in my life. I thank Paulette throughout the year for "giving me my life", because she is the one who so inspired me to pursue dance as a profession through teaching. It was by taking workshops with her, and watching her example of integrity and community-building, that I found what I wanted to do with my life. I knew I wanted to build up a community through the dance as she did. I wanted to help other dancers with a call to tribal bellydance find their place in the dance more easily than I did (there was no tribal teachers in Seattle when I started learning, and I wanted to change that for my city). I have spent thousands of dollars and thousands of hours over the years traveling, studying, researching, practicing, and developing into the dancer and teacher I am today. And I have soooo much more yet to do. I will never stop learning. But all of these efforts paint the picture of someone who does it for the love. Because God knows I have spent more on the dance than I have gotten back monetarily, but what I have gotten spiritually, mentally, and physically from it is immeasurable. It is for that often intangible reward that I press on day after day, year after year, to be the best I can be; for both myself and for the students who put their trust in me.

I never got into bellydance for the money, I didn't make a career of it for the money, and I still don't make a livable wage off of it, at least not the life that I live right now (my hubby pays the mortgage, my friends). I fell in love with it, just like so many others who pursue it, whether they be hobbyist or pro. And my love affair grew and become more and more consuming of my being, just like so many others. Just because I was motivated and empowered to make it my career doesn't mean any of that has diminished. And in many ways, I think we who do it for a living have to fight the hardest to keep the love alive--when all you have is fun in the dance, it's easy to love it. It's harder to stay in love when it's real *work*! When it is your career, it's easy to become exhausted, throw up your hands, and give up when you have so many business details that can muddy the simple joy of it. The fact that we pros stick around, participate in the community, give our opinions, listen to others, share our knowledge, and continue to be passionate about what we do, rather than become jaded and blase about all the details of the art, speaks to our love for it.

So the next time you hear someone imply that pros don't do it for the love, send them over here. Let them have a chance to reconsider what they are saying, and appreciate what it means to make your avocation your vocation.

Valentine's Day 2009

by Sunday, February 15, 2009

He had roses delivered on Friday with a beautiful Rumi quote attached (a lot of flowers he sends with Rumi poetry quotes:):


"The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along."

I gave him a scarf I knitted. Actually re-knitted. The very first scarf I ever made I made for him, and it was kinda scraggly, and was pulled and uneven in places--he wore the heck out of it anyway, and keeps it for sentimental value. So I snuck it out of his stash and unraveled it and re-knit it completely into a much nicer scarf. It came out too short. He kissed me and wore it all night anyway.

We were out late Friday night seeing Coraline and having dinner with Celise and Befu, so Saturday morning we slept in. Then he offered to take me shopping for some new clothes. So we head to the mall and he patiently held hangers and purse and coat and generally lovingly pack-muled around, gave me his opinion on things I wasn't sure about, and happily ponied up on anything I wanted. All I heard all day was "Yes!" and "Of course!" and "Do you want to check this store out, too?" Ahhhh!

Then he took me to Best Buy and also bought me the Rock Band sunburst guitar I have wanted since Christmas but they were sold out of (and offered to buy me another video game I have wanted, but I demurred). Followed closely by heading to the store and getting some of my favorite cheeses to have a "cheese n' wine night" later this weekend (it is a three day weekend! WAHOO!).

We then had 8:30 reservations at Ponte Veccio, where we had our very first Valentine's Day dinner together, and we feasted on an incredible four course meal and two bottles of yummy wine, and talked about our last 10 years together, and what we want to make of the next 10 years.

Came home and watched Saturday Night Live on the Tivo and crawled into bed about 3am.

He is still sleeping, but I am about to go start breakfast for him!

I have a blessed life with my best friend, Christopher. Thank you, my darling love.

Happy Valentine's Day!

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