Tangodurians

I was sticky and hot at practica and far from being in the calm zen state of mind in a nice cold room which is what Tango calls for. In fact, I was so far from being calm that I ended up flouncing out of the room due to some immature spat on my part a mere half hour after dancing with the instructor. I guess my state of mind was so forced I could barely enjoy my last practica. My eye was wandering so much that I couldn't be 100% civil to the poor beginner in front of me or attempt to help him with his ocho lead. But he'll learn. If he stays. I had a convo with someone about really feeling a dance because I kept doing what I "thought" I was feeling. Then I realized it really was a cycle, that I'm at this stage where I miss the naivety of learning steps for the first time and really connecting with the concept of a feeling and being open to new moves whereas now with a bit  more moves to my repertoire I start to confuse feelings with forced movements, just becau

Tango is something that requires investment. Not only time and money, but above all emotional. It reflects our moods, or more precisely, our moods are reflected in the way we feel when we dance. In the past few months, going to Tango was like going to Church. Not to say I'm even Christian, but it was the same idea, dedication, devotion, immersion. In rain/snow/heat we'd trudge to Mason hall's 3rd floor, eschewing appointments, turning down dinner appointments in order to spend 3 hours learning new moves, connecting with new people. Slowly we see the road unfurling, looking back when ochos looked impossible. Adjusting to stabbing pains in the feet after 5 hrs of solid dancing. Blisters from shoes, elated when we got the move, frustration descending when we didn't. I haven't been blogging for sometime because Tango is like a partner, for now my emotional investment is somewhere else. So, temporarily I have had nothing to write, except to acknowledge the fact tha