i've been told that i get myself into a lot of mischief. haha, that's just the kid in me. well, maybe not...because apparently, i am driving with the wrong license plate. i plan not to blog about it, because there's so many other important things in my life that occupy my mind right now...but if my fans are dying to know, please get in contact with me. maybe this is my way of trying to initiate human contact once again.

so i never made it out to the courts. my bball was flat...ugh. can anyone spare a pump? maybe i'll try again today...or maybe i won't. but i'm glad i went out salsa dancing with "JC". if he hadn't brought up the idea, i wouldn't have found the random hole-in-the-wall dance studio. it was definitely worth my time and energy. i have always loved to dance. i have never been a stage performer, but i was not afraid to pursue something that was challenging and exciting to me. in doing so (taking time out of my busy schedule to dance), i have embraced a process of self-recognition; it involves the development of confidence, spontaneity, humor, caring, and other "human" qualities that can escape us when we try to be perfect or when we constantly criticize ourselves. my pasttime with dancing has been crucial to the development of these human qualities. because of its spontaneous, improvistory nature, dance reflects the moment--my thoughts, my insights, my drama, my life. it is also a sense of feeling--a way for me to channel my energy and to understand how to detach myself from the analytical approaches of everyday life. no matter how stressed out i may be, it is an amazing tool to help ground myself. i always come home feeling hyper.

last night, i was talking on the phone with my friend and i think i fell asleep on her. it was a first for me. i didn't even realize it until i was awakened by another phone call at 1ish. my apologies...but i caught a second wind and finished the second conversation with a bit of alertness. i'm glad i got to chat with this busy-friend of mine, to hear the workings of his mind, to know that he is human with real concerns. i often find myself surrounded by a group of highly motivated, ambitious, passionate people who want to "do something," "get somewhere" in life. (i'm guilty of that too). yet, in reality, they forget to smell the roses along the way...what fun is that when we forget what life should be about? so the phone conversation made me realize that his concerns were very valid, that behind all the confidence, all the busy-ness, all the commotion of living a productive life, there is someone inside who is waiting for others to be discovered.