Salsa Sabotage

Occasionally, I get asked to dance by really great dancers (aka, “salsa ninjas”) and it’s a rare opportunity for me to raise the bar on my salsa. I have to try and focus on not getting nervous and doing something stupid like punching said person in the face (it’s a dangerous salsa world and besides getting pillaged in the foot by spiked heels, sometimes people get whacked in the face…by me). It’s a threat I’m willing to live with, but would warn others about.

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Talk about sabotage…

Just for today, I’m aware of my salsa sabotage.