Will you ever ‘Salsa-no-more’?

This morning I received an unsubscribing notice from AWeber (the mailing service that I’ve been using for VidaSalsera.com for a few months now) from a girl (woman, female, lady) who does not want to receive the blasts anymore. She kindly took the time to provide a reason; in the comments section she wrote: “I don’t Salsa anymore.”

Somehow, I haven’t been able to shake off her comment. “I don’t Salsa anymore.” What!?! Can that happen??

Yes, it can. An imaginary catalog of friends’ faces started flashing through my mind – people that I met a couple of decades ago on some Salsa dance floor that today Salsa-no-more. Some of them went to the army, some got into other genres of music, or found new hobbies, serious jobs, or started having kids and well… fuhgeddaboudit.

Like I said... I've been dancing for a long time...

Like I said… I’ve been Salsa’ing for a long time…

Then I checked back on myself. Twenty years ago I was on a dance floor from Thursday through Sunday religiously. Sometimes I’d exhaust myself to the point that I’d get into bed for a “nap” that would last 14 hours. Boy, did I ever have fun. And although I don’t do that anymore, it doesn’t mean that I’m any less into Salsa. I still spend hour after hour thinking about Salsa, posting away on my website, writing articles, finding news, taking pictures… It’s a different kind of Salsa’ing, but it’s still some seriously time-consuming salsa’ing. It still drains me… but now in my brain more than my body. (And I just found the reason for the extra pounds I’m carrying these days, obviously.)

Many things changed for me in the past two decades – I became a fierce mother trying to get her offspring into college, I decided to get a Master’s degree myself, thanks to which I got a new job that requires me to be in absolute control of my faculties by 7:45 every morning (vs. the old days when I could dance ‘til 2 a.m. and then vegetate at my desk from 8 to 5). At some point along the way I also developed a weird obsession for William Shakespeare.

But my love for Salsa hasn’t died. It’s still what goes on first when I decide that it is time to clean the house, my only playlist when I drag myself to the gym, and the one thing I thoroughly research when I’ll be out of town. It’s the lyrics that I know, the quotes I use in conversation, the for-sure pick-up that will snap me out of any depression. Somehow I doubt any of this will change during the rest of my life, especially considering that my future is shorter than my past by now… shucks… that’s depressing.  ::Time for Salsa::

Que siga mi vida salsera!

Que siga mi vida salsera!

Anyhow, anything can happen of course, but I’m pretty sure that Salsa is in my life to stay. It’s intertwined into my life in such a powerful way that losing it would mean the loss of too many things – some most enjoyable things indeed.

How about you? Will you ever ‘Salsa-no-more’?

 

 

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