I had one of those days, those days when …
… my three-inch stilletos feel like they are at least 4.5 inches and maybe both made for a left foot.
… no matter what earrings I pick out I still feel mismatched and unfashionable.
… my body seems to want to dance vals to milongas and milonga to tangos and tango to valses.
… I have to step on my own shoe or trip on my own foot at least once per tanda.
… I feel like the only way to salvage my out-of-sorts dancing is to stick with the leaders I know and really enjoy dancing with.
It was just one of those nights, you know? And I know I will snap out of it, but it was disorienting and frustrating. It made it easier to stay home later in the weekend and unpack, and it makes me more motivated to attend the practica tomorrow night. Maybe tomorrow will bring more than one kind of change.