Compromises

Salsa on Sunday afternoons is so much better than on Tuesday nights, if only because I’m too stoned and tired after work on Tuesdays to absorb much. It’s true, I think. My brains are too fried from work to concentrate on the moves, let alone remember them after class is over. My mind is clearer and functions at least 50% better on Sunday afternoons when I’ve had enough sleep and not had to stress over reports and sales and what-not as I do on a weekday.

And so I have made a new resolution: to attend classes on Sundays as regularly as I can. I say that because as much as I want to attend every week, Sundays are usually reserved for family time. If we are not spending time together, it’s time with either in-laws or my parents. Although, come to think of it, if it’s anything that would keep me from going to class on a Sunday, it would probably because we’re down in Melaka visiting the in-laws. Well, it’s a shoe-in there; family ties are important.

Life is a series of compromises.