In a show of "I can do this", I decided to go out last night and enjoy myself. I've spent the past week or so moping around the house and feeling downright ridiculous. Moping why? No reason. At all. As I said, ridiculous.
I made my way to the local country bar and decided to attempt (for only the second time) two-stepping. Now two-stepping isn't exactly the most elegant form of dance but hot damn was it fun. I also managed to line dance quite a bit, and it turns out all those years of modern, ballet, jazz, etc were quite useful and that learning the steps was not nearly as hard as I thought it would be.
Now why is any of this of interest to the blogosphere? (oh god I just said that word) Because it proved to me that I can go out, have a beer or two, and hang out with friends without feeling like a complete and total utter failure. I made a few new friends, figured out some steps, and had a damn good time and nary a hangover to show for it.
My last post, in all of its cryptic glory, still has yet to be resolved. I feel...adrift. Emotionally speaking. I am trying my damndest to figure out what's next and to keep my head on my shoulders without losing it.
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