Riot and Frolic

With all my complaining and whining about the state of ballroom dancing the last few weeks, one might think I've lost my love of shiny things and pretty music.  

NAY!

Nay, I tell you.  

I DO have a desparate need to inform people how the choices they have consciously or unconsciously made appear on the dance floor.  I DO like to field questions in a general forum, since if one person asked, 72 other people were probably thinking it.

YAY! 

Yay, I say.

YAY, to all you college kids, pre-teens, freakin' babies (actual babies!  little humans who can't pronounce their "r"s yet!), late bloomers, amateur couples, 80-year-old rock stars, newcomers with blue eyeshadow on, smiling, nervous, awkward, amazing dancers.

Any time I take off my judge-y pants, I LOVE you.  LOVE.  YOU.

It is a joy to watch everyone moving and shaking and having fun or having nerves, but GETTING OUT THERE.

Getting out there is tough.  All that prep.  Never feeling ready.  People watching you.  Being judged.  It's insane.  And fantastic.

I am proud of the big grinners, the forgetful leaders, the gigantic egos, the sheepish bows, the losers, and the winners. 

You are great.

Go forth and conquer.

One year ago: Yo, My Peeps