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I went to my umpteenth Lindy Hop class tonight. It was a bit frustrating and involved a lot of practice and an unfortunately amount of arm twisting (and my arm really shouldn't be twisted these days due to a strain that occurred during one of my favorite winter activities). Sometimes I think I don't like learning new things as much as I like having learned new things.

When I am in the muddle of it - practicing and practicing - life can be pretty frustrating. However, once I have practiced it enough that I can lift up my head, enjoy the music, and not trip over my feet - that is the part about learning I really like. These days (at least with Lindy Hop) it feels like a lot of work to get there.


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