Slump
Counting the long, LONG trip to NJ/NY/DC, I've gone dancing twice in the last six weeks. Abysmal. I'd fallen into a slump, where it just seemed like too much effort to get dressed and get out of the house in the evenings. Finally, last night, I got off my ass and went to Graveyard Tavern, where I had a revelation: gosh, I like to dance. I mean, I REALLY like to dance. A whole lot. So why'd I waste all that time?
Clearly, my not-wanting-to-dance slump was caused by not dancing enough. A bit of a conundrum, there.
Clearly, my not-wanting-to-dance slump was caused by not dancing enough. A bit of a conundrum, there.