It's now been nine years since I started that fated first Rueda class back in San Francisco. I never dreamt I would end up where I've ended up: writing a blog post at 3 in the morning on a late Monday/early Tuesday, a day after teaching at a congress in Eastern Washington (thanks, Shannon, Emy, and Julio).
I remember trying to lead a partner for the first time (without the aid of someone calling out moves) and failing miserably. It kicked me in the ass and I ended up telling myself, "Okay, I need to learn how to actually lead this $#!t."
Three years later, I'm doing my first choreography. Looking back, I wasn't a performer, I was just doing choreography; there's a huge difference, as I outlined here. I regret I didn't have more fun when I performed regularly.
Four years later, I finished being a T.A. and did my final regular performance before moving to Portland.
For the past two-and-a-half years, I've been honing and refining my craft by teaching and learning more (thanks, Donna and George). Not sure where word of the contrary ever came from, but I'll always be a student of the game. Just because I left San Francisco (the Mecca for Casino in the United States) doesn't mean I've stopped trying to learn!
I remember the relationships I've formed (and lost) during this nine-year period, as well. Some I regret ever forming, as I found out who those people really were after their first impression, and they ultimately had no positive effect on my life. I regret losing others so much that I can't get to sleep at night; for this night owl, that's really saying something.
However, I do look forward to the future, knowing that I don't know what's next.
The philosophy behind good social dancing, leading, following, and topics that discuss more than just Salsa Cubana.