I got what I got from ballroom dancing

The Captain and I have been taking ballroom dancing lessons for about a month now. It was his anniversary gift to me. Forget linen or silk, I got my man dancing across the floor!

Usually about once a week we take a little evening drive to the Fred Astaire Dance on Studio on Germantown and stay for 1-2 hours working on our glide across the dance floor. It's freakin' fun.   I took a couple of semesters in college and yes that counts, but I have found an activity that I am good at, feel confident about, and have desire to improve upon. And that is important for this time of my life and the rut I'm in.

We practice at home to records. We practiced on Saturday at the Move It Memphis run as we were waiting for our friend to cross the finish line. We practice in the bathroom as the shower is heating up and in the kitchen waiting for dinner to finish cooking. It's a true blast. A de-stresser that always leaves us feeling better. An exercise. That costs an arm and a leg, but gives us something to work on together. To bond with. To connect.



Cheers!