In my entire life, I have never experienced anything so all consuming, gratifying, and mysterious as my passion for salsa dancing. If the FBI had any inkling of how much fun it is, it would surely be illegal. In the past six months, my life paradigm has taken a complete 180. While life used to be a dark, confusing wilderness of external pressure to acquire crap and look good (job, marriage...you know the drill), now it's nothing more than a mere structure to support the salsera lifestyle. While there used to be such things as ambition and drive in my life, now there is the time and space between my presence at salsa venues. Goals? To become a good enough salsa dancer so as to attract the best partners. Priorities? To eat, sleep, and rest well enough to dance as many nights a week as possible. Relationship...? No comment (it's not an option anyway). Books? Movies? Theater? Only, if I'm REALLY tired. Shopping? Salsa outfits. Drinking? No, screws up my salsa. Coffee? Yes! How else could I function at work? ! Money, fame, fortune? Oh, you poor folk who still buy into that...

I know, it sounds crazy (even to me). But I guess I've never been in love before because nothing has possessed my life in the same way, brought so much fun and joy, and allowed me to feel so fulfilled (not to mention helped me burn so many calories). So, I'm leading some weird vampiric life with my whole "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead" approach to the work week and don't have much to say to non-salsa friends...at least I'm happy.

Just for today, soy salsera.