We quickly went from new song to new song with too many different moves that I couldn't see well from my vantage point in the back and so couldn't follow. And she didn't take time between songs to walk us through a few of the key steps like she did last year. That's when I realized she wasn't talking to us at all and seemed to have no microphone. Hopefully, it just wasn't working this week and next week will be back to what I remember from last year. Because I wasn't getting anything out of tonight's class and so I left after a half hour.
That's two nights in a row where I went to a dance class full of hope and excitement and left feeling disappointed. Although yesterday was more about me and my headspace. Today was probably a combination of my headspace and outside circumstances.
I wonder if this waiting game after a deflating application process over the weekend has left me with some underlying unsettled feelings.
Or maybe it is frustration over the start of the paining project at work that I fully expect to include a lot of chaos. They are so adamant that telework isn't an option that I fear we will all be frozen (from the AC being on full blast to try to help with ventilation) and sick from the fumes before the month is over. I still have to pack up my office and find space in my 500 square foot studio to temporarily store my personal work stuff.
But all of this seems so small on a day that started with a message from our president that "a whole civilization will die".
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