Yesterday was a discombobulated day. Don’t you just love that word? Dis-com-bob-u-lated. Ta da!
Anyway, I spent yesterday morning on the computer, updating the website and changing it all around, including deciding on a new name! My website URL is now nitadances.com!
And, you will notice that the blog is now the main page, with a tab to Celebrations Bellydance instead of the other way around. Later on I’ll add a gallery tab, too.
Now, I am not a computer-savvy person and so it took me all morning to do what my friend George could have done in 5 minutes. But that’s okay. I’m learning, and that’s a good thing! I’m sending great big thank you to George at Tutshi Web Solutions for changing the URL for me.
I’m very happy to have settled on a new name. And really, it’s the most obvious choice, isn’t it? Even if I am taking a break from dancing right now because of illness (and I stress the “illness” part, because it sure isn’t by choice!), there are many ways to dance through life and my job at the moment is to discover them.
Yesterday was also what I’ve been calling a “broken” day. Days where the depression is more overwhelming and getting through the day is more challenging. So working on the website was probably more frustrating than it might have otherwise been. After I had done as much as I could do at the computer, I sat down with the spectre of housework staring me in the face. The floors really needed to be vacuumed. I felt near to tears because suddenly I couldn’t do it. Why? Because in order to vacuum, I would have to take the machine out of the closet. Suddenly this felt like two things at once on a one-thing-at-a-time day. So what did I do? I had a cup of tea and then I did something that I didn’t HAVE to do. I made a quilt square!
Don’t ask me why, but doing something for pleasure first did the trick. (A “want” instead of a “should.”) After that, I took the vacuum out and did the floors and felt much better. I even took Samson out for a walk. So, I guess I danced my way through that one with a little creative mind-over-matter trickery. (and a phone call from a friend was also a happy thing). Take THAT, you nasty depression gremlin!