My dear readers,
Unfortunately, this does not signal my return to blogging. However, I would encourage you to check this out whenever time permits. I am grateful for a spot in this list because it was an unexpected blessing.
It’s been over six months since my last post and more than a year since I’ve stepped into the ballroom. Now, I’m preoccupied with getting a full-time job and moving out. It’s probably going to be a while until I make enough to take ballroom regularly again. Such is life.
I’ll be frank: I think it’s time to shut the blog down. I have been dancing during my absence, mostly social Latin, and I’ll be embarking on regular Argentine Tango classes beginning this August. I could blog about this additional dancing, but I cannot find the conviction to do so. I cannot explain it. This was a ballroom blog, with a bit of other genres on the side. It was foundational. And, I don’t think the bachata team I’m in will last much longer. Call it a hunch given the specific circumstances around it. That would only leave Argentine Tango.
I cannot tell all my readers, past and present, how grateful I am. I went into this needing a platform for writing, never expected anyone to actually read or care. And it lasted a little over four years. Such an immense blessing! It’s been a great ride.
May God bless you all,
I feel like they haven’t started properly yet, but life is no novel. These changes are a drizzle of rain, obscuring the vision of what I hoped to see. Before I know it, they become a torrent. Thunder pounds the ears as lightning illuminates the murky sky. “Why do I want to leave the studio? This has been the only dance-home I’ve known. (That rhyme was unintentional.) I can tough it out until it gets better, right?” My doubts have their say, but my more logical half interjects.
We’ve been over the reasons already. Though the torrent is disruptive and even painfully unpleasant, it will recede. It will return to the drizzle it was in the beginning before stopping entirely.
One of the few certainties I had during my college search was the resolution to not attend a big university. I didn’t—and still don’t like— crowds. I already knew about dreaded auditorium classes. Those prerequisite classes that would make me one of hundreds of students. I’d disappear into the sea of people, and the chances that my professor would know me was would disappear, too.
I needed direct and accessible communication to my professors. My learning style thrives on feedback and constructive criticism. The prospect of a teacher saying “Who are you again?” as I walked into his or her office was inconceivable.
I hope everyone had a splendid holiday and New Year. As for me and my family, we just chilled, played games, and watched movies. It was an ideal way to spend my time off. Unfortunately, the good news ends there.
Christmas is only a few days away. And the New Year is sure to follow. Obvious statements aside, 2016 is going to see major changes in my dancing.
I had two private lessons yesterday because I missed one during my first work week. Not that I was complaining, I got to dance with both Eddie and Olga. I don’t get to dance with the former often. Aside from co-owning the studio, he’s also an accredited ballroom judge, a coach, and the professional for his many competitive students. Not to mention he has a family of his own. He’s a hard man to pin down for those reasons, and I’m always grateful whenever I can have a lesson with him. This time, we finally got to Smooth.
It’s been over two months, so I have a lot to tell y’all.
Authoress Note: The following is meant to be an open letter of encouragement. It can be applied to any wholesome dream you have, though it’s obviously going to be geared towards dance For those that don’t know, my dancing has taken a huge hit lately with Tommy’s absence. And I’m afraid it’s gotten worse because I can say with great certainty that he’s not coming back this time, unlike his previous leave of absence. Why the people at the studio have never said “He’s/She’s gone.” is something that continually baffles me. We’re all adults there, so we don’t need to know why, just that it’s happened. Whatever their reasons, I refuse to try to comprehend it anymore. Onto the post.
This is dedicated to all the men and women of the US Armed Forces. Anyone that places their life on the line to keep us safe, regardless of personal character or motivation, has my eternal gratitude. If the good Lord didn’t have other plans for me, I would’ve been honored to be among you. Now, I dedicate my pen to you whenever I can.
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