My last Monday night square dance

[cjsmith]

As I've probably mentioned here before, I am convinced I must give up square dancing. If my feet are ever going to heal, giving them rest is probably a critical step, and if they're not... I just can't hack it. Last night as an experiment I took six pain pills before dancing. It messed up my stomach. My feet were only somewhat better.

This is the latest of several things I love I've had to give up. Running was first, then backpacking, then hiking; somewhere in there "going to a flea market" or "going to the mall" became not worth it; now square dancing is going.

I dance with a group on Monday nights. Oops, I mean I used to dance with a group on Monday nights. Last night was the last time. I'll miss them. I'm already grieving.

I get to square dance one more time, at a dance in New England, this coming weekend. That one is my swan song.

Letting go is *hard*.

Comments

[callyperry.livejournal.com]

Oh, hell, I was so hoping you wouldn't have to give up dancing. I'm so glad you're coming to the Berkshires first so I can dance with you. And hug you.

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

[catching up] Thank you! And thank you so much for being so welcoming in person at the dance. On top of all the "last square dance" emotionfest, I was also a bit nervous about *drumroll* Berkshires, and that faded quickly when everyone was so friendly. (OK, I admit it: it helped that Friday night wasn't killer hard!)