Pining.

I was up until 2am sorting blues music last night. Sitting in the darkened office by myself, I was struck by how much I miss dancing. I have not provided an outlet for myself. The Insanity regimen offers a sink for my physical energy, but not my creative spirit. There’s just not enough time in the day to accommodate it all. Perhaps I must accept that these two months will amount to physical training, rather than dance training. There will be time enough to brush off the collected rust before ECBF, I suppose. Still, it can be hard to sort through some delicious blues music and not ache for a dance.