Dancing—Or Not

I’m starting to understand how other women feel when they don’t dance. Last night I had three sets of dances. That’s it. Either I danced more before I went to Buenos Aires, or it didn’t bother me as much. Tuesdays have become a complete wash out for dancing. Fridays haven’t been much better. Although one good dance makes me itch for more, I now have so many other things on the go that it is time to only show up one night a week—or less. It makes you appreciate that one good dance so much more.