The fire

Over the last couple of weeks, I have been inwardly and outwardly expressive of my concerns that the passion that so many tango dancers have raved about on movies and in class might not be experienced by everyone. More specifically, I was worried that I would never catch the Tango bug. I have really struggled dancing this quarter and have quite honestly been pretty frusterated in parts. Yesterday, something amazing happened that made me realize that sometimes patience is truly a virtue, especially when it comes to things that are worth being patient for. I was in the shower and was letting my mind drift and, all of the sudden, I realized I was practicing the 'sandwich' dance move that I had been practicing the day before in class. This moment gave me confidence that maybe I was more right for Tango than I give myself credit for. I sure hope that I experience more moments in the future where Tango infiltrates the out of class moments of my life, and hope to see the passion burn even after I leave Tango class.