Samba Sink Time

I was so frustrated by samba yesterday night. My body didn't look right - arms too thick, hips too narrow, connection issues, weight-changing issues... I was extremely grateful for RH's patience and enthusiasm. Without her fun personality, clarity of instruction and gorgeous movement, I'd probably have a much sparser ponytail this morning. <3

The footwork feels good, but the technique is so hard. I vented my frustrations to D, who specializes in samba, and he says that he still can't get his body to look right after years of intensive practice. I was comforted and disheartened, but also itching to fix my mistakes and could barely restrain myself from practicing (and further frustrating myself), until I finally decided that I needed some of what my dad calls "sink time." I think I'll rename it to "leak time," because instead of sinking in like it's supposed to, everything I learned will undoubtedly trickle out of my brain. Blerg...

Which is why I've decided to start a dance blog! I'll write my notes there whenever I can, organized by type of dance; samba, waltz, bloodbath (quickstep), etc.

Today ain't so bad, for a Tuesday. Slept like a log, had a fantastic workout, arrived at work and got so much stuff done in the first 1.5 hours that I don't have a whole lot more to do today. I wish I'd learn how to slow down and complete each task at a reasonable pace, but I work in fits and spurts. It's just how I roll. A friend randomly invited me to an opera this week (not sure when, not sure which) - perhaps I'll indulge myself.