Sometimes I wonder if it is the safety of a three minute dance that lets me feel free enough to express/expose myself…
It wasn’t always this way…
I can remember a life when I wasn’t so afraid…
But in the dance at least…I’m learning to let go.
At times it’s still difficult but when those moments of paralyzation hit me I know that it will be over soon enough no matter how frightening it seems…
And so I find a way to keep moving my feet, even if I lose the rhythm for a step or two or three…
Mabye the trick is to dance our life in three minute increments…
Then it wouldn’t be quite so scary…
And you could avoid eating half a box of chocolates just because you’re afraid to look someone in the eyes.
Because eye contact is not a necessary evil when dancing tango…unless you want it to be.

And no, I don’t dance anything like the girl in this video…but I can dream.
Oh, and I do have a pair of red shoes…