10 years ago, I started this blog.
I wasn't teaching at the time, but I was doing some projects that more than one person would ask me about, so I figured I'd take a bunch pictures and write it out, so the curious handful could see what I was up to.
I was still dancing: in the studio practicing with Gordon, attending local showcases, and traveling to compete all over the nation.
In my free time, I started thinking of all the questions I answer at competitions, or complaints I hear around the studio, or advice that I was repeatedly doling out about BALLROOM DANCING.
And as much as I wanted to explain these things while I was teaching (and wanted all pros to do the same), THERE ISN'T ENOUGH TIME to get philosophical, historical, scientifical, and psychological about ALL THE WORKINGS of ballrooming on your precious private lessons.
I've seen DOZENS of students checking the clock when ANY pro takes "too long" to explain CBM; just imagine the reaction to a pro giving you their two cents on why Yulia is better than Joanna (even though you'd like to know!).
I totally respect that private lessons are made for Dancing. You know, moving to music, and learning how to make that movement better.
But what about all the other parts of ballroom dancing?
That's where this dang blog came in.
This blog is all the stuff people ask me that’s ABOUT dancing, but isn’t actually physically dancing.
If I write a blog post, it’s because MULTIPLE people have asked me the same damn thing over and over over the last twenty years and instead of answering it for the 50th time, I can say "I wrote a blog post about that" and feel kind of like a jerk, but know they’ll get a decent answer.
Ten years later, I have more than one handful of people who read this (which is still amazing and weird) and several people who HAVE RECOGNIZED ME IN PUBLIC FOR IT.
Also, congratulate me for not putting ads on here (mostly due to my laziness and lack of knowhow, but also because what ads would make sense on here?) because ads on blogs are crazy annoying.
AND, since this comes up fairly often, the hot guy at the end of the post is a nod to my old journaling days, when I'd fill multiple giant notebooks a year with my teenage/20-something ramblings, including magazine cutouts of the boys I thought were cute.
And who am I to mess with that genius?
