Still Thinking About Dance

Yesterday, I mentioned not dancing. But while mentioning it, and while responding to people, I had to conclude that I used to enjoy dancing. However, something happened over the last fifteen years to change that.

When? No idea. But here are the symptoms:

Not only did I used to deliberately go out to dance (back in my 20s), I used to do so for extended periods of time.

I still move my body to music until I get caught doing so. This "catch" can be by myself or by others.

For at least ten years, I have reacted to requests to dance with what can only be called anxiety.

Six or seven years ago, I looked into taking ballroom dance lessons with tamidon, but life got in the way (arranging baby-sitters, working at start-up, etc.). These could well have been lame excuses; I don't really remember.

On the rare occasions when somebody has tried to show me how to dance, I feel uncoordinated, awkward, and wrong.

When the hell did I (I!) get self-conscious?

Baa

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