I thought he had left with my Tango Bliss in his luggage. My heart was heavy, so were my feet – or so I thought.
For the past few weeks, I really felt like quitting Tango, because I had had zero fun in such a long time. I thought I would use a new strategy: I would fake it until I made it. So I went to almost every event I could put my dancing shoes for, tried to smile and be open – the truth is, I wasn’t.
I had more and more the feeling I had to clench my teeth a little too much.
Last week, there was a Tango Festival in town. Lots of people from everywhere- went to Al Sur, didn’t really feel like it but went anyway, danced all evening with leaders way-way out of my league — and I followed each and everyone of them .
I did things I had never done before, gratefully relinquished any control, got lost in Tango Zen and consequently found back a deliriously delicious and big chunk of Tango Bliss.
Aaaaah, finally! My body is alive, life is good, and I don’t want to go to bed!
Lesson 1 : sometimes, faking it until you make it is a really good recipe to smooth the bumps of our personal rollercoasters.
Lesson 2 : your bliss only belongs to you, and you only. Take it, own it, take care of it, and in case of absolute necessity, fake it to lure it into coming back in your heels and in your heart.