Question?

Should I become a Zumba Instructor (on the side)?

my coworkers say I'd be perfect for it, with all this energy that I have. In my opinion, I could do it! No doubt about it! But, sometimes (truthfully) I find myself in a lull - would I be up for it on those days? Would I have to just suck it up and bring it on? :)

...things I'm pondering at 5:30am...

Mr. Barista

The first day I walked in there, I somehow (morning magic?) deserved a free drink. no prob. i'll take his offer: my regular, Solo Grande SF Vanilla Latte. SCORE! He probably thought that would be the first and last time he'd see me in there. Thanks for the treat, Mr. Barista. But long and behold, I'll frequent that Starbucks for the next couple of weeks. 

Today he asks, "So what did you say your name was again?"

And I responded, "I didn't". 

Guess he'll find out tomorrow morning. I plan on telling him my name in exchange for another free drink ;)

P.S.- Salsa was fun last night. YayYyY for Anna's bday! And I learned some Salsa Rueda moves tonight: "Adios", "Dile Que No", "Dame", and others. I'm thoroughly enjoying my journey as a Salsera.

BREAKING NEWS!

i can put my hair in a ponytail!!! :) 

it's not much, but it's progress. yay!

Making of the Salsera

i had to look it up : obsession. 'cause unlike the wanna-be-mistress character in Idris Elba's newest blockbuster, Obsession, I am not psychotic about my new and evolving interest-turned-passion for salsa. right?

Obsession (n): the domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent image, idea or desire, etc. (Definition provided to you by: www.dictionary.com)

Hm... after reviewing that definition, I just may be obsessed - the water downed version of obsession though.  :)

• I find myself wanting to listen to salsa more often now. The beat comes on. My head is bopping. And all of a sudden, I'm executing footwork and swaying my hips from side to side. At 6:45 am. as I waited on the platform for the metro. when I thought no one was looking (that is, until my roommate, who happens to be coming down the escalator, bursted out in laughter. caught!). 
• I go dancing A LOT! Kind of like back in my senior year at Tufts. Every Thursday, I took the Redline 6 stops over, hopped out of the T at Park Street and walked down the cobblestone Winter Street (in heels! *cuidate*) to the nicely-tucked-away club, Mojitos. Here in the District, I began practicing a similar routine - I would go dancing weekly. I've become a regular. Now, however, I go 2x a week and possibly, might increase that amount to 3x! ante up.  
  

But - what's that Benjamin Franklin quote? He said the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Fortunately, for me, I've maintained my sanity. Although every week, I go salsa dancing at the same spot(s), dance with just about the same people and stand in the same spot as I wait for a guy to lead me on to the dance floor, I have definitely improved (aka I'm not doing the same thing over and over once I get moving!! And the smallest of enhancements in my technique, or even style, is invigorating! Something as trivial as adding a little bit more tension to my grasp and arm movements can make the grand difference in my salsa dancing between me 8 weeks ago and me on the dance floor today. 

SALSA: possibly an obsession. definitely not a vice (cause there's so many benefits for me personally!). Definitively, my newest passion, form of exercise, and pastime. 

**This entry is in dedication to my upcoming week of SALSA! That's right - Mon. Tues. Wednesday. Thursday and Friday. ;) I promise it's not an obsession, but be prepared to read more about it in future entries. :p **