Riot and Frolic

I was talking to a new student this weekend about how much he LOVES dancing and how he practices it allthetime.  

Like, allthetime allthetime.  

Like, at the bathroom sink, on the way into work from the parking garage, in the grocery store, while making dinner, reading to his kids, talking on the phone.  Practicing foot patterns and footwork and listening to dance music as much as possible in his waking hours.  

Allthetime so much that he feels like he should apologize to his family and friends.

"Sorry [for annoying you with my passion for life]."

Many years after learning my first box step, I still feel annoying in my love for dancing.  I mean, really, nothing has changed since my beginner days:

• Dance music is about 90% of my playlists; I've just found less obvious Dance Music [see: anything but the Arthur Murray Orchestra]. 01 Oh My! (feat. B.o.B)
• I practice turning and wobble and sometimes fall down.  
• I do my routines solo and get hopelessly discombobulated.  
• I look in any available mirror to see if my "sexy moves" are indeed sexy.  (They're not.)
• I feel completely intimidated by better dancers.  
• I stretch and lament my lack of flexibility.  
• I review lessons and do technique exercises and mess up my steps one million times a day.  
  

And I do this so much that my little ladies think everyone does it.  It's totally normal to read the ISTD manuals during lunch and go to a studio for 2 hours every day to dance and have all your living room furniture pushed into the corner so you can do a Rhythm round at 11pm when it's 90 degrees with 93% humidity and to have your Pandora station on Caro Emerald so you can find new, awesome ballroom music.  Duh.  Normal.  Annoying.  

What hobby do you annoy people with?  

One year ago: WIP It Good, in which I start an afghan. 

Two years ago: Wabi-Sabi, in which I take inventory of my house.