No, I’m not talking about deployment.
That’s another topic for another post, one that will probably never be written because I have yet to decide whether or not deployment is indeed worth the pain.
Exponential growth versus exponential suffering.
Hmm. Yeah, not a call I’m ready to make.
No, I’m talking about dancing. Tonight, after a year-long hiatus (and then some), T and I started ballroom dance lessons. Again.
We had been taking lessons for about a year before he left. Enter Deployment.
“Would you like to put your life on hold for a year?” he asked.
“Sure, why not!” I replied.
Okay, maybe that was paraphrasing.
Probably the real conversation went more like this:
Deployment: Put your life on hold for a year. Now.
Me: Go suck an egg, you jack wagon.
Anyway. What was I saying? Oh yeah. Dance lessons.
I was nervous about getting back into it. Would we remember anything? Would the Advanced Beginner class be too advanced for us?
Turns out the only thing I need have worried about was this:
That’s what an hour of samba looks like on an uncalloused foot. I guess I need to break my feet back in. But I’m totally willing – even happy – to live with the pain because I’m finally dancing again!
I love our class already. Though we are probably the youngest couple by at least ten years, everyone was uber-friendly.
Considering how well tonight went, I’m thinking we’re just a botafogo away from going pro!