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When I'm procrastinating as I am now, I tend to read blogs. Now that I've found tango, I've combined two of my loves together, tango+blog=tangoblogs! Perfection. Like homemade Kaya and bread toasted over one of those ancient charcoal fires. Best teatime snack in the world.

Looking around it's not hard to find gazillions of tango blogs all talking about the fanatic drive that seems to grip the Tango obsessed. Funny how one dance can cause that much devotion, but who am I to speak, these are after all the chronicles of us tango beginners!

Adapted from http://mytangodiaries.blogspot.com/:


"Your baby at One Year - Milestones this month (from Parenthood.com)"
- She can stand alone for several minutes. (standing is fine, moving it a bit harder)
- Baby walks well(decently so)
- Baby expresses her wants with gestures and words instead of cries. (or exclamations of oops/shit/sorry/crap!)


I think...I'm definitely still less than a year old!

"I am finally starting to let go of "dancing in a state of apology" - that constant feeling of not being good enough - not following well enough...I am through apologizing for the things I don't know or haven't yet mastered... It's still a struggle. I still catch that inner voice of doom telling me I've missed yet another gancho lead. Or leg wrap lead. Or whatever. "

So true, when your Tango vocabulary is limited to walking and that cross-thing and Ochos, and that other swivel-swivel movement which I have forgotten the name of again, there's only so much you can do, just because you don't KNOW how to do it. Of course the best leaders are the type that can make a beginner look amazing and that takes sheer talent and/or years of leading to perfect.

I will make a promise to myself that at the next Milonga I am not going to apologize for anything. No small oops or mental thoughts of incompetence, but to really listen and connect to the music.

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