So, we're gonna discuss one right now. For about two years I danced Argentinian Tango. That was almost two years ago.
I don't know why I'm thinking of it all of a sudden. My body instinctively wants to brush my knees & ankles together. I have found myself rising to the balls of my feet and doing steps in my kitchen. And why wouldn't I?
Just look at how pretty my tango shoes are:
(Yes they are that high. They are also designed for Tango and are specifically balanced.
I can spend several hours in them)
I always felt so unlike myself when I was dancing. Not in a bad way mind you. In a "for some reason you are not awkward when you dance" kind of way. It just made sense to me. I understood the swaying, the rhythm in my chest. How I could close my eyes, walk backwards and feel totally balanced.
I'm not even sure I miss it...
I think I might miss the way I thought about myself when I was dancing. I miss the awe that I felt when I watched my instructors dance.
Well, see for yourself.
Here's an even more awesome one. Yes, she is 9 months pregnant!
Trust me when I tell you, they did not choreograph these. They just do it. And that's what's so amazing about Tango. Once you learn the steps, once you know your way around the floor, you just do it. You just hear the music and do what your feet & heart tell you to do.
So now you know. Yes, I think I can dance.