And the world starts turning again…Prompted by realisation that I’ve been getting “significant advances in dance technique” recently – notably, running into the picture of my first hardcore social dip. Canada Day, 2010, to Dal Richards. When you suddenly realise – I am no longer the same person I was yesterday. (And crazily enough – there is photographic evidence.)
And the crazy thing is, of course, when you do it, it’s as if you’ve been doing it all your life. I remember afterwards going “Was that alright? Did I do it right? That was my first time!” and the follow telling me “That was awesome!”.
It is one thing to wish for change. It is another for it to actually happen. Like today – plan was to work non-stop. It’s now 11pm…past time to seriously crack down and do things. I seem to be solidly in relaxed mostly non-working holiday mode.
One of the distracting otherthings that did happen was putting this blog into a bit more order – I’m going to try to organise things a little bit better, just so I don’t have to plow through it’s entirety if I just want to hunt up an old post about a particular topic.
But while doing so, it was interesting to see exactly how impactful dancing has been, recently. Pre-2010, dance posts were pretty rare…although I surprised myself in discovering that I did attend the Vancouver Lindy Exchange, despite having no real recollection of it anymore. Did I dance ’till morning (highly unlikely). Did I even go on multiple days? I think I probably only went to the Saturday night dance…
Flash forward to a resolution early 2010 to do something with this dancing thing. I’m assuming this is effectively my first midlife crisis. I’m glad I ended up doing something useful with it though! What’s interesting is corresponding the blog posts with pictures – and how so many recent pictures now have me dancing – as unsurprisingly that’s where the bulk of my social time ends up.
Now, weirdly enough, I contemplate the possibility of competing – purely amateur rank, but now seriously wanting to look decent while looking like I’m having the time of my life – while having the time of my life! Passing the bar to make the advanced class at Camp Jitterbug doesn’t seem quite like a crazy dream anymore…