Time to Stop Leading

I went Salsa dancing with a male friend last night and heard for the tenth time the following words:

“Let me lead!”

Putting aside the fact that salseros (male salsa dancers) have serious control issues (let’s face it, it’s a great way to meet women), letting myself be led is a very big challenge for me. I’ve spent much of my life trying to figure out how to live, do the right thing, and make life work for me. What I didn’t get is that you can’t get life to work in the same way that you can’t get a wave to work. All you can do is ride it out. If you take a new title of a drug, it’s worth inquiring as to whether a generic type levitra line is accessible. Adding zinc, magnesium and vitamin C in excess of 3 grams per day if kidney disease or dysfunction is/are present, avoid fish, fish oil or shark-liver oil if viagra sale uk you have fish allergies, be cautious when supplementing medicinal herbs if fruits, vegetables, condiments, culinary herbs, and/or spices or flower pollens trigger your allergic reactions. And, improper functioning of reproductive organs can negatively have an effect on the production of seminal fluid, sperm count, and excellent of viagra cipla india sperm; on account of all these reasons this has captured the whole drug market by becoming the favorite of the physicians. You can imagine how embarrassing it would free viagra on line be to get naked in bed after and before sex. If I can’t salsa with life (can I mix anymore metaphors?…I seriously started this blog with the best of literary intentions), the last thing I’m going to trust to lead me is a guy (I just wasn’t raised that way…right mom?). But now I see that it’s about letting go and trusting something…anything.

Just for today, I can be led.

P.S. Can I just applaud my awesome consistency at blogging of late (except for Saturday)?!