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The funny thing about tango

i've not been immersing myself with dancing as much as i should or would a few months ago. The feeling of euphoria after a dance has slowly dwindled down to just merely feeling satisfied that I have not screwed up yet another tanda with another dancer. It's been that way for a while. I've felt numb about Argentine Tango and maybe that's the reason I've been nonchalantly missing the few milongas and classes I was all gung ho about last term. It's been difficult.

Maybe in trying to deal with so many other things and feelings, I've neglected to supplement my own desires and needs in dancing. Tango became a chore for me in April. I went to classes because I've paid for them and not because I really wanted to go. It just morphed into this thing I had to continuously do because I've started on it and not because it gave me a certain degree of joy in execution. I have since then taken a step back. I removed myself from tango events and everything that came with it for about a month and now i feel just about ready to go back in. I think so.

I'm going back to basics and let's just hope I don't suck as badly as I predict I will be.

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