MR POSTMAN

i sent an email to a friend this morning.

while typing the text up, the thought process allowed me some reflection.

i wondered out loud how i was able to cope with the many things i'm involved in, and how salsa managed to squeeze its way into my already packed schedule.

i ended off the email with:

"if you're really that passionate about something, you'll find a way to make things work out."

for the uninitiated, i wasn't born a dancer. i had two left feet.

*i know...hard to believe but it's true! i would've never been seen as "a dancer". not even close.

this week has been pretty boggy.

it sure looks like i've got a whole lotta shit on my plate, but i don't seem to be rushing...hmm.

i need some leg warmers to pull up.

next week i shall start working like hell.