Cannot believe I last posted in March.
I do check in almost every day, because I love following the paths of other members of our community. Just taking a step back and sitting on the sidelines for a while.
Started several pieces, but never got to finishing any and now they’re lost along the roadside.
I know ballroom is important to me, but I never guessed at how deep the emotions ran. I’ll take a stab and say it probably all stems from my choice of going for competitive rather than social dance.
The last few months my emotions have been bouncing all over the place, confused, disoriented, high one day, low the next — despair, hope, frustration, amazement, anger, resignation.
Tomorrow is my studio’s summer showcase, the one where they partner with another studio. I’m signed on to present my brand spanking new Mambo routine (Slot #13)—not only is it a new routine, but it’ll be the very first time in my dance history that I’ll be showcasing a Mambo.
Move forward to this coming Wednesday, and I’ll be competing in Rhythm at the Manhattan Dancesport Championships. And I’ll be flying solo as none of The Icon’s other students are participating.
20 dances. Yes, that’s what I said. 20 DANCES. Me, who thinks it’s a good day when I can make it through 3 in a row.
So hopefully, this little foray back into posting has shaken me out of my lurk mode and back into active participation.