I've enjoyed wearing my fake Chucks (with felt glued to the bottom) as dance shoes in ballroom. I feel all hip and ironic and stuff. I thumb my nose at the gold-shoe club. I refuse to wear skimpy little heels. But it's hard to dance when I feel like a parody of a dancer. So these might be a good compromise. I won't get better if I don't stop laughing at myself. And I want to get better. I had a lesson yesterday, in a real studio, with a mirror, and personal instruction, and it was amazing, I want I want I want. So I splurged and bought new shoes.
But the big thing, really, is what I realized during the last post, which is that want to save up for a trip. Definitely out of the country, probably out of the continent, by myself. It might take a year, maybe two, to save. I want to pay off my credit cards and then have enough on top of that to go comfortably, but I can do that. I am not who I was, and I need to make new stories.
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