During the day I work my self to the bone in the frenetic mostly caucasian highway of corporate America. At night I dance myself into a whirling dervish (as my salsa chica calls it) in the largely Latino world of hyper LA salsa. The harder I work, the more I want to dance. The more I dance, the more energy and passion I can bring to my work. Perhaps, at some point, I'll explode and there will be nothing left but some salsa shoes, glitter, and project schedules. But for now, my vida loca is definitely more interesting and and exciting than ever before. If I've learned anything (and chances are good that I haven't), it's that life is too short to play it safe and wait for the right time, the right perfect circumstance, or the right age to do what brings me joy and to give all I have.

Just for today, I feel alive.