While S. dives into swimming, D. is stepping out on to the dance floor. Today I signed up for... yes...
You read correctly.
The frustration of feeling inferior at the Latin dance club to the point of sitting on the side lines observing people having fun has taken its toll.
Frustration led to utter discontentment.
Utter discontentment led to a whole realm of feelings I'd rather not discuss here.
The end result?
I signed up. I committed. I did it. Once a week for 8 weeks. ALSO, I bought the instructional DVD. I am going to drill this home to the point it's so second-nature I'll be dancing down the street.
Basically I've had it with being an observer.
I've had it - being a watcher and not a doer.
It hurts too much.
So, I'm going to do.
Salsa was the flavour of the day - and in fact, in the weeks to come I've been told to expect more of the same with variations on the theme.
You know, maybe I'll never be a Fred Astare or Twinkletoes Finstone... but I had a great time! More on this as it develops!