Is time really passing by faster than it used to? It sure feels like it. How is it we are already in June of 2013?!
In January this year, I attended my first salsa lesson and had the time of my life (insert Dirty Dancing soundtrack here). Ninety minutes of laughing, smiling and dancing like nobody was watching had me in heaven. I vowed then and there to attend every Thursday night. Salsa = therapy.
Last night, Thursday June 13th, I attended my second salsa lesson for the year. FOR. THE. YEAR.
The blur that the first six months of this year have passed in has left me feeling as though I am wasting my life. At Fiona's 5 year celebration last weekend I caught up with another fabulous friend and fellow cancer survivor, Sue Mc. We spoke of this urgency we have to fit as much into life as we can. Actually that's incorrect. We have an urgency to fit more into life than we possibly can and we constantly feel as if we come up short. It's exhausting. Vicki Paulus, I'd love to know if you feel the same way.
Sue mentioned she'd begun salsa lessons as a part of her post 50th birthday life philosophy to try new things. That was all I needed. I committed to salsa-ing the night away with her.
Together we turned up to our hour long lesson that turned out to be half merengue and half salsa. Ricky Martin played (not in person) all of my favourite songs that I know word for word in Spanish. Seven men and seven women of varying skill level bonded over a mutual love for stepping out of our comfort zones, meeting new people, and doing something for ourselves - something that makes us feel good. It was the best.
And so here I am again, vowing in public, I intend on attending more salsa lessons. Salsa = therapy. The kind of therapy I need!
What's yours??
About Me
- Jodie
- I started this blog as I entered my 40th year, and now firmly in my 40s, I continue to learn so much about life. I'm learning that life rarely goes according to plan and that there's something new to learn every single day, be it a subtle nudge or a smack in the face.... This is my blog about muddling through my 40s-working hard, writing a book, being an ammateur photographer, trying to exercise and eat well, endeavouring to be the world's best aunt, as well as having fun and laughing out loud every single day.
I'm 50-something. I took a rumba class and loved it...until the gym closed. I really miss it. It was so fun! We HAVE to try to new things. Keeps the brain fresh and more dementia-free (as we age.) :-)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely Mare. I always remember that order of nuns that learnt something new every year. That kept the dementia away - even if their brains were decayed at the end of their life. Fascinating. Dance on!
DeleteOther than travel, which always lowers my heart rate five beats a minute, I'd have to say my guitar. I meditate when I play, letting my mind go to where it will. Singing to my guitar enhances the experience, but it take a good measure of wine to sing in front of people.
ReplyDeleteSo! Go to those Salsa Lessons!!! Salsa may be therapy, but you sure make it sound FUN!!!
And don't forget writing Rocky! You're right - therapy=fun haha tell that to my clients!
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